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May 17
We sent out a message in a bottle last night - a southbound hiker agreed to relay a message
to Pete's mom when he gets to Mojave. The early morning has ensconced us in our first fog
since Laguna Mountain, giving the trail a mysterious, personal feel. We take our chances drinking unfiltered
water from the two springs we pass. The Piutes impress us with their beauty,
but the bodies are rebelling against the weight. By the end of the day we have
decided to eat all possible extra weight. We go to sleep tired but well fed.
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May 18
The packs are lighter! A bit of creative navigation leads us to Willow Spring, home
of many messy beeves. The water must be treated, so we use an inordinate amount of
time and fuel boiling it. Then we're up on the southernmost Sierra Ridge, sand swallowing
our feet, galing winds blowing us all over the trail. If you could see us from afar, it would
look like we are running for our lives while being assaulted by invisible Sumo wrestlers.
We sleep with the wind's song still in our ears.
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May 19
After squeezing every drop of water we can we from my clogged filter, we are offered
a free drink by the two men with assault rifles in the cabin near McIvers Spring. They
even sweeten the offer somewhat with scrambled eggs and cheese sandwiches. That's
it for us though, no more filter, no more fuel for boiling. Until we get to Walker Pass
and find a fresh filter, a gallon of water, and some power bars taped to a tree with a
note from Pete's mom. Amazing.
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