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Day 31 (Pete)
The amount of walking we have done is almost incomprehensible to me. We set out on our first full day with the ridiculously heavy load. It didn’t seem to slow us down so much. The miles that we did do were just painful. My feet are like the archetypal two kids in the back seat,…
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Day 31 (Tape)
I guess Thursday. A month from the day we started. There’s somethin I like about recording these things once I’m snug in my sleeping bag and the day’s events and trials are kind of… seem distant and far away. But the day started off innocently enough as we woke up and packed up the tent.…
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Day 31
Walking in the cheerful morning, two baby coyotes spring onto the trail, scaring the shit out of me. At the first springs, Golden Oaks, we find a stash of cigarettes and pornography that someone has left for the benefit others. We enjoy a lighthearted lunch until we realize that we face a serious problem. Both…
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Day 30 (Pete)
After Dylan briefly fell asleep on the sidewalk in front of the closed supermarket, we settled down in a large blowing trash scrub bush wasteland between the grocery and a dead airplane holding facility. Trains passed throughout the night making every sort of racket. I dreamed of train hopping and concluded, on waking, that it…
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Day 30 (Tape)
Wednesday May 15. I guess starting after the pizza place we were hankering for a dessert of course, and went ah across the parking lot to the Stater Bros store, which closed the doors right in our face. Closed right as we walked over there. We were bummed. Pete made a phone call to Siri,…
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Day 30
Thinking we have conquered trail hunger once and for all, we each buy enough food for seven days of feasting. We can barely pick up our packs as we try to hitch a ride out of Mojave. Climbing slowly, painfully into the piute mountains, we can only laugh at ourselves. The amount of effort required…
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Day 29 (Pete)
It is night. We are in the town of Mojave, a place I have been to many times. It’s lonely here. Being out in nature by yourself with nothing to do can be wonderful. Being in a dusty little highway town in such a situation is lonely. Dyl’s here of coarse. It has come to…
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Day 29 (Tape)
And it looked like we were gonna go straight in the mountains for awhile, and we went up and up and up. Got a good view of the desert. Then we started goin along the foothills, and up and in and out and over and up and down ’em. And it got really frustrating. It…
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Day 29
We’re camped near a hole in the aqueduct with easy access to its cool, fresh water. Our goal is to escape the Mojave via the trail, and re-enter it by nightfall via Highway 58. By evening we are so desperate and slap-happy that we run almost seven miles through a windfarm to reach the road…
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Day 28 (Pete)
After siesta yesterday we trudged along through endless ridge contours of chemise lined sandy trail. The sun dipped lower and lower. Our pace became consciously quick in an effort to reach the desert floor by dark. For awhile the trail crossed over the ridge to the slope away from the valley. Vegetation drastically changed for…