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Day 32

We sent out a message in a bottle last night – a southbound hiker agreed to relay a message to Pete’s mom when he gets to Mojave. The early morning has ensconced us in our first fog since Laguna Mountain, giving the trail a mysterious, personal feel. We take our chances drinking unfiltered water from…

May 17, 1996
Day 31 (Pete)

The amount of walking we have done is almost incomprehensible to me. We set out on our first full day with the ridiculously heavy load. It didn’t seem to slow us down so much. The miles that we did do were just painful. My feet are like the archetypal two kids in the back seat,…

May 16, 1996
Day 31 (Tape)

I guess Thursday. A month from the day we started. There’s somethin I like about recording these things once I’m snug in my sleeping bag and the day’s events and trials are kind of… seem distant and far away. But the day started off innocently enough as we woke up and packed up the tent.…

May 16, 1996
Day 31

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…

May 16, 1996
Day 30 (Pete)

After Dylan briefly fell asleep on the sidewalk in front of the closed supermarket, we settled down in a large blowing trash scrub bush wasteland between the grocery and a dead airplane holding facility. Trains passed throughout the night making every sort of racket. I dreamed of train hopping and concluded, on waking, that it…

May 15, 1996
Day 30 (Tape)

Wednesday May 15. I guess starting after the pizza place we were hankering for a dessert of course, and went ah across the parking lot to the Stater Bros store, which closed the doors right in our face. Closed right as we walked over there. We were bummed. Pete made a phone call to Siri,…

May 15, 1996
Day 30

Thinking we have conquered trail hunger once and for all, we each buy enough food for seven days of feasting. We can barely pick up our packs as we try to hitch a ride out of Mojave. Climbing slowly, painfully into the piute mountains, we can only laugh at ourselves. The amount of effort required…

May 15, 1996
Day 29 (Pete)

It is night. We are in the town of Mojave, a place I have been to many times. It’s lonely here. Being out in nature by yourself with nothing to do can be wonderful. Being in a dusty little highway town in such a situation is lonely. Dyl’s here of coarse. It has come to…

May 14, 1996
Day 29 (Tape)

And it looked like we were gonna go straight in the mountains for awhile, and we went up and up and up. Got a good view of the desert. Then we started goin along the foothills, and up and in and out and over and up and down ’em. And it got really frustrating. It…

May 14, 1996
Day 29

We’re camped near a hole in the aqueduct with easy access to its cool, fresh water. Our goal is to escape the Mojave via the trail, and re-enter it by nightfall via Highway 58. By evening we are so desperate and slap-happy that we run almost seven miles through a windfarm to reach the road…

May 14, 1996

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