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Day 25
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…
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Day 24 (Pete)
Last page for this bundle of journal. Were spitting distance from Agua Dulche and plan on hobbling in for breakfast, phone calls, resupplies, more paper. Tonight’s end of the day exhaustion was made worse by a malfunctioning stove. We were only able to cook up our instant mashed potatoes after Dylan patiently, yet begrudgingly and…
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Day 24 (Tape)
This is probably as appropriate a time as any to record the day’s events. Thursday, 9th of May, I think. We’re sittin here, we’ve probably gone 22 miles today. Yup. And we’re sittin here starin at the freeway. (Tired laugh) Oooh, too tired to go on. We’ve got like a little mile of cutbacks and…
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Day 24
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…
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Day 23 (Pete)
Day 23: As many days as are my years. The psychological factors that come into play when walking these long distances are amazing. Yesterday, totally dead to the world, we hobbled into camp after an eternity of twenty one miles. Maybe it was the butter and no stick cooking spay laden oatmeal we ate after…
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Day 23 (Tape)
Wednesday May 8th. What a contrast to yesterday! It’s night and day. Ah, yesterday, there’s just, just something wierd going on, who knows what it was, it could have been a number of factors. But ah, the guidebook… according to the guidebook it was a 21-mile day. And we straggled into Sulfur Springs- this crappy…
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Day 23
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…
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Day 22 (Pete)
Well its still light out. That, for one, is a nice change for me. Were fucking starving once again. that kind of set in last night. Bernard gave us a considerable amount of good trail mix, gorp we call it, and two energy bars as we set out this morning. Our stories last night about…
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Day 22 (Tape)
Missin’ my redhead. Now it’s still Tuesday morning, we’ve already had breakfast. And the trail goes up and over ah, about a thousand vertical feet of Mt. Williamson. Which is kind of ah, it just starts at the road, goes up it, and goes down to the road a different way. And it’s kind of…
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Day 22
The day divides itself into two distinct parts. In the morning we continue our mountain tour. There are moments of unrestrained bliss. Then comes the point when we begin to expect the day to end soon. But it won’t. We finally collapse in ugly Sulfer Springs campground. Hunger provides the only impetus for movement as…