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Day 27
Sawtooth mountain is heavenly on the east, hellish on the west. We cross back and forth a few times. To our surprise on the descent, there are four people wandering in the woods carrying nothing but beer. These self-proclaimed idiots explain to us that their trucks are stuck for good on the trail, and they…
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Day 26 (Pete)
Travel quote for today courtesy of Uncle Dewey, “All journeys begin in the same way. All travel is a form of gradual self-extinction.” -Shiva. I have no initial idea as to what that means. It is precisely why I like it. Siesta time on this second day of the four day feast. So far this…
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Day 26 (Tape)
Woke up this morning and I grabbed my ice axe off to go take my morning dump. S ee if I could find the trail to the spring. An got to reading the notes we had written in our book, and got to looking at the map and I realized we were on just a…
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Day 26
We quickly figure out that we are nowhere near the spring on the map because the trail has been rerouted. We bank on another unnamed spring that looks like it could be ahead. We spot a trough of water to our left! But it’s so full of algae it’s become an opaque, thick black goo.…
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Day 25 (Pete)
There is a great deal to recollect and set to words as I lay here in the shade of a pine. Yesterday morning I sat up, pre-dawn, after a restless night. The night before unlimited food, when you are in our state, is like Christmas eve for a small child. Seeing Dylan sit up as…
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Day 25 (Tape)
Well I didn’t make my entry yesterday but it was Friday May 10th and damn it was a good day. We ah, walked a couple miles from Vasquez Park into Agua Dulce. And ah, nothin was open. So we sat around, waited till 7 o’clock till the store opened. Pete: Wait. Stand around with kids…
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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…