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Day 13 (Pete)
Nothing sinister happened. Today was easy, in one sense, because we went short on the mileage. We did have to labor up 5000 vertical feet almost a mile strait into the sky. Now, thanks to our efforts, we are at 8000 ft. high in the San Bernadino Mountains. The air is much cooler, there are…
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Day 13
Well, it’s a new day now. I didn’t make another tape entry last night. But it as pretty much one more trip to planet nightmare. As we walked across the dead earth on top of this. But it was the evening hours cause we lounged around our little oasis by the stream for probably four…
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Day 13
We labor up Mission Creek, which rewards us with increasing beauty. Minds which once carried on complex internal dialogues now chant “Food Food Food Good Food Good”. Does it make us argue bitterly? Comtemplate cannibalism? No more than you’d expect.
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Day 12 (Pete)
Day 12: “People ask me what its like to go on walks like this and I just (smiles and shakes his head.) I Mean you can show ’em the pictures, read ’em the words, sing ’em the songs but…” -Walkin Jim Stoltz Today is perhaps impossible to put into words. It has been far and…
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Day 12 (Tape)
Mornin! We’re heading through flatland desert once again, tromping towards the interstate. Ah, Walkin’ Jim caught up with us. There was a water fountain and a huge pipe where there used to be Snow Creek. We were ah, resting and getting our fill at the water fountain and Walkin Jim came up. We found out…
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Day 12
The first half of the day was a quest to cross the stifling heat and whining wind farms of the San Gorgonio gap. When we finally reached the refreshing waters of the Whitewater River, we basked there for hours. The evening stars watched us climb into the desert hills once more for a satisfying walk…
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Day 11 (Tape)
Ok, it’s friday morning now. (pete cackles) I think uh (laugh) as far as I can remember, who knows? (laugh) But ah, we just met another trail hiker named Walkin Jim. And he’s a super friendly guy. Had some good stories about the earlier part of the trip. And I didn’t get on tape cause…
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Day 11 (Pete)
Day 11 was hard. Night time 11 is going to be windy. We got up with just a peek of light, packed up quick and headed out. After about a mile of descent we decided assuredly that we were going in the wrong direction. Lo’ and behold, our camp was named Strawberry Junction as it…
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Day 11
First light, up an at em! Off we go down the wrong trail. After a couple of miles we figured it out and climbed back up to the beginning of our 25-mile, waterless descent to San Gorgonio. Mind-numbing is about the best word for it. In the morning we meet Walkin’ Jim Stolz, who does…
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Day 10 (Pete)
It seems hard to believe it has only been ten days since I was waking up at home. It seems hard to believe it has only been ten days since I was in a city. It seems like half a lifetime. It was the most beautiful day by far today. Dyl’s leg was in good…