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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…
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Day 21 (Pete)
Another full day today. The head lamp is burning once again. The morning miles, today also, went quickly. We are maintaining a good pace. Hunger is creeping back. Some acorns off the ground turned out to be a bitter experiment. It was still interesting to sample some of the local cuisine. The crux of the…
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Day 21 (Tape)
Alright. First thing in the morning. I believe today is Tuesday the… 7th of May? That sounds right. And ah, so ah I’m not sure if I made any entries yeste rday at all. But it was a pretty good day. We started off going mostly down. Ups and downs, mostly downs. To the campground…
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Day 21
Our tour of the San Gabriels commenses in full. Some of the vistas are extraordinary, many fade into smog. We top Mt. Baden Powell where a lone hiker snaps our picture. The rest of the day is an exhausted push to the next campground with water. There we meet more hikers, who give us enough…
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Day 20 (Pete)
It will be hard for me to set down these words. Not because there is nothing to say, hardly. Certainly not because I don’t desire to record the events. It is simply out of fatigue at the end of this day, our longest day, that I complain. Happily, however, it has been a downright fulfilling…
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Day 20 (Tape)
Its SUNDAY MAY 5 (with full reverberation). And we have ah, recently crossedunderneath Interstate 15, and now we’re in a big huge oval-shaped culvert that goes underneath the railroad tracks. And ah, you know what this reminds me of? It reminds me of the bionic man. There was like a tunnel that the bionic man…
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Day 20
Breakfast at Tiffany’s at Cajon Pass surpasses even our monstrous expectations. Then, loaded with water and some extra treats, we heave-ho through the heat, rattlesnakes, and ticks. Up 5000 feet and into the San Gabriel mountains. Sometime during the day I reached a state of consciousness that made everything seem as it should be.
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Day 19 (Pete)
This being the nineteenth day of the excursion surpasses my previous record for wilderness excursions. Eighteen days trading off rowing a boat down the Grand Canyon covering over two hundred river miles. Well, we have walked much more than that in the same amount of time. Its just a drop in the bucket compared to…
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Day 19 (Tape)
Its day. Saturday May 4. It was pretty much just a long string of letdowns. All day long. We started off camped in the canyon. And ah, woke up, walked a few miles and we eatin breakfast when David happened by again. And ah, we learned from David that there was a store just, less…
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Day 19
There would be times when the trail would not live up to our desires. Days when the trail refused even the smallest craving. A store full of yummy treats turns to a lost opportunity far behind us. A refreshing lake is really a pit of mud and jet skis. A quick mile becomes a wrong…