Claypool is the next town along the road after Miami. Aside from the mine / smelter complex, there doesn't appear to be much business or industry in Claypool -- so far as I can see, it's mostly residential -- but there is this building, which appears to be a fitness club. I need to explore this area during the day sometime to get a better feel for it.
After taking this photo, I decided to move to a new location. So I picked up the tripod, collapsed the legs into a narrow bundle, and hoist it over my shoulder. As I started to walk away, I heard a dull thud, which I immediately recognized as the sound of my camera smacking the pavement. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but assume I must have forgotten to tighten the tripod clamp when I switched it from a vertical format to a horizontal one ... oops!
Fortunately, with the exception of the lens hood, which took the brunt of the fall (but is functional despite being conspicuously bent) and the lens adapter, which is now loose and wobbly whereas it had previously been tight and stiff, the camera appears to have survived with minimal damage and so far as I can tell, is still working fine. <phew!>
The irony of this incident is that even though I use the camera on a tripod 98% of the time, I have installed a wrist strap on it, which I use as a safety tether by looping it over the tripod head when I mount the camera on it. Except this one time, when I didn't ... lesson learned, the hard way!