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May 11
We quickly figure out that we are nowhere near the spring on the map because
the trail has been rerouted. We bank on another unnamed spring that looks
like it could be ahead. We spot a trough of water to our left! But it's
so full of algae it's become an opaque, thick black goo. At last Pete saves
us by finding the slightest trickle of fresh water above the trail. We
celebrate with a grand breakfast of cinnamon walnut bread, cream cheese,
and peanut butter.
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May 12
Sawtooth mountain is heavenly on the east, hellish on the west. We cross
back and forth a few times. To our surprise on the descent, there are four
people wandering in the woods carrying nothing but beer. These self-proclaimed
idiots explain to us that their trucks are stuck for good on the trail,
and they need directions to hike to the nearest civilization. We extract
a toll of string cheese for this service.
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May 13
The Mojave. Huge, flat, hot, windy. We are entirely dependent for water
on the LA Aqueduct, which at first is contained in a huge pipe, then appears
to be completely sealed and cemented underground. We lose a water bottle
trying to defeat its security. We envision our thirsty corpses baking on
the cement, the sound of cool running water beneath.
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