The front tire was flat the morning after my return: slow leak. Fortunately no flats while I was traveling. Kind of miraculous given the terrain and all the heavily-armed cacti out there.
The usual dirt on everything. I liked the fuel bottle in this position.
The place where the eyelet broke off. There wasn't much holding it on there; I suspect I will break the others off eventually.
Holding up the eyelet to where it was attached. Fortunately the bike has two eyelets on both sides; I was able to move the rack down to the unbroken one. I was planning on replacing the original tires with knobbies once they wear out but I may have clearance issues with the rack in this lower position.
Looking better after a quick wash.
Mystery hole in the tent. They are starting to accumulate.
My new gloves to replace the ones I lost. But what did I find at the bottom of my panniers a few days later? My old gloves. It never ceases to amaze me how I can lose stuff -- then find it later -- when the entirety of my gear fits on a 5-foot long bicycle.
