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Day 8 (Tape)
This sound: (burbling water). Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Water. This little tricklet of water managed to turn two complete trail zombies, on the morning of Tuesday April 23rd, into robust trail bound…. whatever we are now. (laugh) Walking machines. And we were just commenting how funny it is that our trip seems to be peppered with so many…
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Day 8
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.…
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Day 7 (Pete)
There is nothing I would like better than to go to the sink and drink some water; or, perhaps even venture down to am/pm for a Super-Tanker tm. Today was exceedingly difficult for me. Strange too. We got the package from Warner Springs. There was a care package from Siri which we split for breakfast.…
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Day 7 (Tape)
It’s now monday. I was ahead of myself when, I found out, when we got to the post office in Warner Springs where I thought it was monday and it was closed. So ah, we’re climbin’ up into the San Jacinto mountains. And ah, they feel a lot more like home to me than the…
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Day 7
Orange smoke in the sky – there’s a forest fire nearby. Copters keep swooping over to snuff it. It didn’t take long to get back into desert hills, there’s trees around but its still dry. Actually, the terrain is the strangest mix of mountain and desert I’ve seen. The smoke and the potential it holds…
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Day 6 (Pete)
Easy day today. We spent some time on the phone with loved ones. Its really hard to convey the experience over the phone. The amount of time I’ve been gone already seems like eternity to me. I’m sure it is but a brief moment to those left behind. Strange accelerated time perception. We walked a…
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Day 6 (Tape)
K, first entry on the second tape. This is, I’m recording this at the faster speed, 2.4, to see if the quality comes out any better. It’s Monday morning, and we’re walkin through a bunch of gorgeous meadows and trees. Pete: Big contrast Dylan: Big contrast to tommorow. Pete: Did you get that? Dylan: No…
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Day 6
We walk the eight miles of grassy fields and poppies to the golf course known as Warner Springs. Tra la la. What the hell is a golf course doing by itself out here? Well there’s grass isn’t there? Can’t get our package cause it’s Sunday, so we’re stuck here with the golfers and their servants…
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Day 5 (Pete)
It was a long hot day. I am now sitting with my back against a large cottonwood tree canopying our camp. Trees need water to grow. That, though it is a simple truth struck me hard as we made the last couple miles with these trees in sight. We made it in short time. As…
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Day 5
After a long, long day of contouring through the dry San Felipe hills, we pull into paradise. At last, cottonwoods, grass, fresh water. And singing cowboys. No place is perfect. We wash up, sink into bliss.