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With a bit of sadness, I pack up and leave my Cima Dome campsite to mark the last day of this Mojave National Preserve trip

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00829-leaving-campsite-800p.jpg ThumbnailsThe six-mile ride down the Cima Road hill to the Cima Store, 800 feet below, is a blastThumbnailsThe six-mile ride down the Cima Road hill to the Cima Store, 800 feet below, is a blastThumbnailsThe six-mile ride down the Cima Road hill to the Cima Store, 800 feet below, is a blastThumbnailsThe six-mile ride down the Cima Road hill to the Cima Store, 800 feet below, is a blastThumbnailsThe six-mile ride down the Cima Road hill to the Cima Store, 800 feet below, is a blast

Breakfast is the usual: two cups of strong coffee, granola, tamari almonds and chili-lime cashews.

Packing up is intentionally slow on this nice quiet morning because I want to stay longer. I leave at noon. As I reach the pavement of Cima Road, a camper vehicle pulls in and claims the closest campsite to the road: the first humans I've seen in 24 hours.