I was riding along and came upon this. I stopped to see what it was about.
Oh, this will be interesting. I parked the bike and walked on in.
Midway through, the top of my head itched so I took off my helmet to scratch it while I continued walking. I went to put my helmet back on and realized the key to my bike was no longer in my hand. I had dropped it! Panic set in. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Here I am miles away from camp and I have lost the key to the bike. I back-tracked to where I thought I began to unbuckle my helmet, eyes glued to the ground all the way...nothing. I was just about to turn around and start all over thinking maybe seeing it from a different angle would help and there it was! I caught the bright sun reflecting off the metal clip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN CLIPPED TO MY BELT LOOP! The only thing that really saved me was that I was walking that worn in path you see in the photo. Had I been meandering around among all those rocks I would have never found it. Seriously, I need 24 hour supervision.
And guess what? There was nothing to see. No remains of dwellings, no pottery shards, not a single sign of anything of archaeological importance.
The bike came with two keys and I never knew what to do with the second key so it has been stashed away inside the RV. I know NOW what to do with that spare key!
It's going to be stashed on the bike for when stupidity strikes me again.