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April 23
The hottest day so far. Tempted by a nearby restaurant, and a one-day shortage
of food in the packs, we wander a mile down the Palms-to-Pines hiway at the end
of the day after stashing our packs. Then we leave the closed restaurant
behind for the nearby town of Anza in a Native American's Nissan. We didn't get back
to the packs until well after dark, when a lone hippie girl named Jackie took
pity on us and gave us a ride back up the hill.
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April 24
Climbing into the San Jacintos, I pull a muscle in my leg. Our pace slows way
down, which makes us appreciate the mountains we are ascending even more. We
stop early at a spring surrounded by truly majestic Cedars. I stretch and
massage the leg.
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April 25
A day that has permanently fixed the San Jacinto mountains in my heart, a
personal treasure that I'll return to one day. The leg performs well, I treat
it as tenderly as I can. Pete accomodates my pace as we climb over peak after
peak, looking out over desert on one side and green valleys on the other. We
end the day on Mt. San Jacinto itself, on a bed of granite and pine needles.
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