cyberhobo

Month: May 1996

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…