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Confessions of an Idiot
Sunday, September 19, 1999
"I was alone trying to convince myself that I knew where the trailhead was. My mind began to wonder..Hmmmm, water, food, camera, lighter. BANG! I hit the streetlight and catapult myself off the sidewalk...."
Bruised and Wet, but Not Beaten
Saturday, September 18, 1999
"Here we got what we were asking for. Not just the wind in our face, but the teeth-chattering, never-ending, descent..."
Two Flats in Two Days
Friday, September 17, 1999
"The old stagecoach road brings us down, the climb brings us up, the sun burns us down and back again..."
Delirium in the Desert
Thursday, September 16, 1999
"The technical grows to hike-a-bike and we rest in the midday shade and smile at each other knowing we're already burning with only one third of the trail behind us..."