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June 24
When we pack up in the morning, my hip is so painful that I can
barely walk. I'm thrown into a dark mood, I can no longer ignore
the doubts I've been having. Pete really proves the strength of
his friendship to me when we discuss the possiblility of ending the
trip early. He somehow gets me to look at it as an opportunity, and
reminds me that we couldn't possibly be dissappointed with the
adventures we've already had. In the afternoon I heft the pack in
a much better mood, walking with less pain and more optimism.
On the way out of town we lose a water bottle, leaving us 1.
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June 25
I've adjusted my pack, my routine, and my sleeping position to ease
my lower back & hips, and it may be helping. It's easier to walk this
morning. The land is lush, rain threatens throughout the day. I try to
retain my optimism to help Pete - he complains of feeling a little sick.
Really I'm still worrying about what will happen if we stop early. I
can't help it - I would feel bad if we had to stop because of me. I'm
in turmoil about it inside.
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June 26
It rains all night, then all day. We learn what it's like to have no
escape from it for a day. We imagine we might find out what it's like
to live for several days in it. Not comfortable. At least we are not
trying to travel through a drought with only one water bottle.
We fail to notice right away, but it is the first day since we left
Kennedy Meadows that the trail has been completely snowless.
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