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June 27
The rain stops, but the plants hanging over the trail still retain
plenty of water to keep us soaked. A long descent lands us in Belden
Town. To keep it short, we end up in a trailer/bar/buffet. We eat and
the locals drink, and everyone is the butt of a few jokes.
At dusk we're back on the trail, on our way to the camping spot
a bar patron assured us would be here. It is, a nice one.
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June 28
We prove that we don't need snow to get lost. When we do find the
trail, we're soon treated to our first view of Mt. Lassen.
For quite some time I've noticed Pete's feet rolling more & more inward
when he walks. Foot pain forces him to don our already-worn spare pair
of shoes, and join me in my Kraft-matic style elevated leg position at
night & during breaks. Looks funny, but feels great.
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June 29
I'm ridden with guilt. I have to face the fact that we are not
going to make it to Canada, and it will be my fault. True, both of
our bodies are recoiling from the 28 mile days, but a good rest and
a slower pace would cure that. But I have committed to going back to
school in early September, and will not have the time.
I suspect that Pete resents me for my bad planning. Sometimes I
think he resents the quick pace I have set for the entire trip. I
feel so bad that I let him go ahead while I break down on the trail alone and
cry.
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