Another perfect morning found me making the Big Sandy Crossing and a quick trip into the old mine camp of Signal. I wandered up into the hills and found a pretty camp overlooking a sandy wash for the night. The next morning, I went back up the Big Sandy and made a fuel stop in Wikiup, AZ. I still had plenty of fuel but I knew I was headed for a 40 mile round trip into Burro Creek and you never know....better a full tank than a half empty one in the back country. The Burro Creek Crossing road was freshly graded so I didn't even air down the tires on the way in and met only 5 vehicles, all on their way out. That creek crossing looked deeper than I normally cross when all alone but I could still see the wet wash marks from the folks I met so I plunged in and made the crossing. On the far side, I could see that the water had been over my running boards but the bottom was solid all the way across the ford.
