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April 17
Pete's Day 2: I lost my phone and address list as well.
We are at about 6000 ft. in a beautiful, but chilly, meadow adorned with
green grass and large pines. This evening I laid back and watched clouds whip across a nearby hill and dissipate through the tree tops. It is a very peaceful life so far.
Met "Fiddlehead" out hiking this morning. We have now been introduced to
the concept of the "trail name." Tonight we have set up the tent for the first time as it seems like its going to get real cold.
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April 18
The sense of adventure really starts to set in when we pick up our first small
resupply box in Laguna Mountain. A cold, windy, foggy morning. We take turns
getting warm by the heat lamp in the bathroom. We know we need extra water for
the near waterless Anza Borrego trail ahead, but the hills, trees, clumps of
boulders and soft earthy trail we've just walked give us no idea what to
expect.
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April 19
The problems we face now bear no resemblence to any we've ever faced. Carrying
heavy water punishes the feet, brings exhaustion. Running out of water causes
not only painful thirst, but also alters perception. We have to filter 38
miles worth of water from a spring choked with poison oak. Then we misread the
map, take a wrong turn down a winding road. The climb back up is incredibly
hot. The beauty of the desert isn't lost on us. We are lost in it.
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