August 8, 2004: The start of the Little Creek Mountain Trail wasn't obvious. There was a patch of slickrock on the left with a rock cairn. But then, nothing. I continued on down the dirt road. I couldn't quite follow the directions, and kept riding. One part of the instructions said, "If you've gone 4 miles and reach the cliff, turn around a quarter mile and take the turn." Well! I rode 5 miles down the road and never came to a cliff. I was on the wrong road! It was a nice ride, some good views, lots of raptors--2 hawks, two eagles. I saw a golden eagle flying off with a rabbit (hopefully not the bunny from my campsite). But it meant I rode on the rode for an hour (9-10 am). I hadn't pre-hydrated since I was starting from almost awakening at my camp. It meant I "wasted" water (3 liters in a Camelback and 750 ml in a bottle) on a road.