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May 8
The torture doesn't last. In fact, 24 miles have gone by, leaving us to spend
our afternoon in the sun at Messenger Flats. We attained another new and
intense state of mind while climbing over Mt. Gleason. Pete seemed to suddenly be fueled by
invisible isotopes. I shot after him, surrendering to a single-minded drive to
go up, forward.
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May 9
We agree that trail life seems to be all we can remember. Life is an endless
journey, each day with its own problems and pleasures. We make it back into
the desert again, eat lunch near some decrepit trailer parks in Soledad Canyon.
I find my first hat, a blue ball cap with an auto sales ad. By evening we in
are the Velasquez rock formations outside Agua Dulce, anticipating nothing but
meals we may find there.
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May 10
The people in Agua Dulce treat us well. We wash, organize, wait, eat, overeat,
and make phone calls in perfect comfort provided by the ladies at the local
Century 21. We have no map of the section ahead, so I call the PCTA with lots
of questions. We might run out of water, but we won't run out of food. We
decree that the next section shall be "Four Days of Feasting." We're out of
water by dark.
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