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 filters are too clogged to provide us with fresh water. Relying on our luck and innovation, we rule out the depressing prospect of a retreat to Mojave. We move onward, hauling our heavy packs on sore, complaining feet.