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Begins: Apr 25, 2010
Date: Sat, May 1st, 2010
Start: 3rd Pipe Gate
End: Canada Verde Creek
Daily Distance: 16.8
Trip Distance: 107.6
Entry Visits: 1,101
Journal Visits: 46,206
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A day of small but satisfying accomplishments. First off, I've now
been on the Trail a week. But for that night to remember in the
Outhouse From Hell, and the following morning when it seemed that all
I had to do to get to Canada was unclench everything and just go with
the cyclonic flow, it's been an amazing seven days, one of my best
Second, I passed the 100-mile mark today. A bit early to break out the
champagne, but a good solid start. It was hard to miss this milestone
since someone had helpfully
spelled out "100" in stones on the path - we later found out that
Motor and Green Tortuga had done the deed. See how a good break from
TV builds creativity?
Today was also the day of my pilgrimage to one of the Trail landmarks
in southern CA: Eagle Rock, an impressive granite edifice weathered by
who knows how many centuries of the elements into the shape of a
huge... Well, you can probably guess. I'd just enjoyed an impromptu
bucket-hat bath at San Ysidro Creek, a lovely place, and was still
dripping when I arrived at the rock, where Lisa and Motor encouraged
me to climb astride the mighty avian's granitic head for a souvenir
shot that I'm sure has been taken a thousand times.
It was a nice, mild day with a cool breeze and a pleasure to walk the
contour down to Barrel Spring, where a little hiker gathering
developed at the raised, oblong trough into which clear and apparently
clean H2O trickled and cans of soda placed by a local angel bobbed.
Tortuga, Lisa, Motor, Mother Goose, Biloxi and Pie were there. I
enjoyed perhaps the second Pepsi of my life (since it was free) and
topped up despite the notice advising of dead mice in the pipes.
That's what iodine drops are for, and anyway there's a lot worse, no
doubt, floating in creeks and streams and especially municipal water.
The walk out was another eye-opener. After a short spell of the
standard arid country, I was treated to a series of gorgeous flat
grasslands sprinkled with wildflowers, the mountains looming over them
in the background. California poppies bloomed in the final one, lorded
over by the mighty Eagle. Another change of scenery in this ever-
We're camped just above Canada (it has one of those accents over the
'n' giving it a 'nya' pronunciation) Verde Creek, which is flowing
nicely and would be lovely if it's banks and the sides of the Trail
hadn't been trashed and degraded by cows. Glad I took my chances with
the mice. I'm using the tarp tonight while the women sleep under the
stars. Getting the shelter up was a drama with the stiff breeze and
sandy soil, but now it's almost windless and the stream is bubbling
pleasantly. A little earlier we heard the yelps of nearby coyotes.
All is good. Tomorrow: a leisurely and short journey to Warner Springs
where the great phone signal I've been enjoying might dissipate.
Getting low on food and looking forward to cutting my filthy nails and
cleaning my clothes. But for now, it's 8:10pm, almost Hiker Midnight.
~ And that's all the Goat wrote