April 21 Hiking out of Acton, I walked up toward one ravine where a crow flew out and landed on the trail where I could see him. He began to walk the trail looking at me as he did to make sure I was watching. If he could talk, what would I have heard him say? "Look at me, I'm walking to Canada. What a stupid thing to do."
Cruise control thought the terrain at mile 462 looked best for camping. 462 was on an exposed ridge with heavy winds from the south. It was impossible to set up the tarp for hammock camping, so I rigged it for a ground camp with two corners pinned low, two corners at waist level. Trekking pole placed under the middle of the tarp.
The window shrink wrap film of the tarp rattled all night in the wild wind and I fretted that the windward stake would fly out, letting the wind sweep away my gear. None of the gear failed.
The next morning, I saw Sidewinder's protected site only 50 yards further along the trail. More gorgeous sites abounded on the leeward side of the mountain.
The window shrink wrap film of the tarp rattled all night in the wild wind and I fretted that the windward stake would fly out, letting the wind sweep away my gear. None of the gear failed.
The next morning, I saw Sidewinder's protected site only 50 yards further along the trail. More gorgeous sites abounded on the leeward side of the mountain.
We arrived at San Francisquito Canyon Rd mile 478.6 hitched a ride to the Andersons, made taco salads , BS'D a bit then camped in their back yard.
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