tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37231557426611687312024-02-19T08:27:31.821-08:00LongEars2ChileBlog about a life style, an adventure, meetings and 2 donkey's view of a walk from North America to Chili.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-32089421721450772502016-09-11T01:14:00.002-07:002016-09-11T01:14:38.900-07:00The story is told ... and it continuesPlease go to the following Blog to follow the adventure<div>
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Well I've been in intensive care for a
couple of weeks and I do feel better. I put on weight and I can now
use my foot again. However the news are bad.</div>
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The X-rays after reworking them on
picture editing tools reveals that I have a serious and irremediable
(non repairable) broken or damaged tip of my Coffin Bone with 18°
rotation.</div>
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The opinions around me vary, Susan thinks the
condition is capable of being stabilized with rather intensive care, TY my farrier is seriously concerned, my veterinarian after looking at the Xrays seemed rather positive.
Only time can tell the story but I will definitively not be able to
take the trail once again and thus will have to find a home in the US
for adoption … once I have recuperated, probably early next year.<br />
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My new home will have to insure I maintain a good diet and have
regular care for at least another year. Then if all goes well, and
that we will know only if a few months … I might be able to live a
life without pain and thus be a good companion. I'm such a beautiful
animal that it would be a shame not to have me be happy and possibly
I could even become a mother.<br />
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Pascal is contacting various
specialists and organizations looking for anyone with extensive
experience in treating cases like mine as well as having a proven
record of cure. Up to now he continues to be convinced that here is
“as good as it gets” … and the exceptional qualities of Susan
Thompson at Dreamchaser are my best chances of leading a 'normal' life.</div>
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Pascal is more worried about Jimmy who
is quite well, a trained trail donkey and deserves a good full life
of being both useful and living adventures. Of course we are
UN-seperable so my new home needs to be his new home. We are both big
size if not Mammoth donkeys, our father was a Mammoth but our mother
just a good size (that makes us special), so Jimmy could be taught to
wear a saddle for a light weight person and to pull a small rig.
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Of course Susan will be very
inquisitive about the quality of our new human companions and they'll
have to know how to provide proper care for me in the first year(s).</div>
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So I'm going to be at Dreamchaser and
next year decisions will have to be made. I would love to find a home
out of this arizona desert where it gets so hot and there is NO
grass.
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Meanwhile, Pascal is taking the plane
for Paris the 10<sup>th</sup> of September, having organized both
practical and functional matters, including dealing with the issues
of communications while 9000 miles away. Financially the burden is
heavy.</div>
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It may not seem to you like life “on
the trail” but in fact this is what life is made of. Unexpected
events with responsibilities to assume and decisions to make. We'll
see where this all leads us but already Pascal is thinking about the
way to resume his journey onwards to Chile. It looks like a
mechanized means of a bohemian style might be the path, but here
again, time presently is not for making decisions but observing how
things evolve. It may be frustrating but this is a 'creative' time
where we need to let things mature and of themselves become evident.
Our culture and our speedy society does not teach us this, however
all persons who really manage, who really achieve, … know this is
an essential phase of action. 2013 has been a year of an incredible
journey. Unhappily it has had to stop for me, but all 3 of us have
lived in 3 months what most people never get to experience in a
life-time. Despite my condition, I'm a very lucky donkey.</div>
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Well the pictures of Dreamchaser tell
the story of our daily life. Arizona is a land of beautiful sunrises
and sunsets, but it takes the meat out of you due to the heat. Thanks
to my exceptional capacities I'll be writing from my cell here and
communicating information through Pascal. The pictures will be of
France but the heart will be mine.</div>
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Stay with uso provide proper care for me in the first year(s).</div>
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So I'm going to be at Dreamchaser and
next year decisions will have to be made. I would love to find a home
out of this arizona desert where it gets so hot and there is NO
grass.
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Meanwhile, Pascal is taking the plane
for Paris the 10<sup>th</sup> of September, having organized both
practical and functional matters, including dealing with the issues
of communications while 9000 miles away. Financially the burden is
heavy.</div>
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It may not seem to you like life “on
the trail” but in fact this is what life is made of. Unexpected
events with responsibilities to assume and decisions to make. We'll
see where this all leads us but already Pascal is thinking about the
way to resume his journey onwards to Chile. It looks like a
mechanized means of a bohemian style might be the path, but here
again, time presently is not for making decisions but observing how
things evolve. It may be frustrating but this is a 'creative' time
where we need to let things mature and of themselves become evident.
Our culture and our speedy society does not teach us this, however
all persons who really manage, who really achieve, … know this is
an essential phase of action. 2013 has been a year of an incredible
journey. Unhappily it has had to stop for me, but all 3 of us have
lived in 3 months what most people never get to experience in a
life-time. Despite my condition, I'm a very lucky donkey.</div>
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Well the pictures of Dreamchaser tell
the story of our daily life. Arizona is a land of beautiful sunrises
and sunsets, but it takes the meat out of you due to the heat. Thanks
to my exceptional capacities I'll be writing from my cell here and
communicating information through Pascal. The pictures will be of
France but the heart will be mine.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-60986696359039175432013-08-18T08:15:00.000-07:002013-08-20T16:32:51.440-07:00Week ONE - Return to civilizationWell I survived week one, I have pretty new boots that cost $250 and help me stand on my frog (the v shape under my hoof). Jimmy & I have put on at least 20 pounds since Susan has us on a hay plus "senior" feed supplement. Every day, Susan packs my feet, puts on a new pair of socks and the boots. I now know her routine so it takes 3 persons to put my left foot boot on as I willingly give them the right that keeps on hurting, but the left is the only one in the front I can rest on, so no way will I let them push me on the right that hurts. As for food, they drug me heavy, but they mix it with this white vanilla flavored 'greek' yogurt which is REALLY good, so I just gobble it up.<br />
The heat here is impressive, 110° F yesterday and even if I'm in the shade (all horses at the ranch have a means of getting to shade) we feel the oppression of this beaming sun all day. Pascal is now playing at being a caretaker, feeding in the morning and sometimes 3 times a day and even if he comes to see me he lets Susan do the intensive care I need. As a ranch hand I feel he spends just too much time with the other animals, over 6 hrs a day ... and not enough time with me or Jimmy. About time he took Jimmy for walks to stretch his legs.<br />
Apparently he's going to leave us here and go back to France mid september. Wonder what he'll do without us to give him advice. Donkeys are not only pack animals, we are essential advisors on daily matters.<br />
I do feel better, but Susan continues to think that I'm far from being 'out of the woods', I would prefer the expression 'back into grasslands'. Pascal keeps telling me I'm going to pull out of this and be back on my feet ... it will just take time. Frankly, with the care I'm getting, I can only get better.<br />
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Well, just a short note to let you know I'm progressing. The sunrises and sunsets in Arizona are impressively beautiful. The people at the ranch marvelous and Susan the forever dedicated soul to animal welfare. Life is good for me, and Pascal is ok if really in a holding pattern until he can go back to France and re-think this going south to Chili ... Long Ears being for the present out of the question.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-52454303140444970502013-08-15T12:51:00.000-07:002013-08-15T14:58:59.747-07:00Back to Arizona the land of the Saguaro<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><sup>August
15</sup></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><sup>Susan
arrived at 1 am after 16 hours drive from Arizona to Lake Tahoe. She
had brought a special paste to draw out the infection in my hoof and
packed it so I could travel comfortably. Then we got into the van and
Pascal drove most of the way back to Arizona where we arrived at 5pm.
Long, hot and despite driving with only two stops for food for the
humans, the ride was safe but exhausting. Susan is very upset about
my foot condition and when the vet, called in emergency arrived she
confirmed the worse fears. My chance of loosing my hoof are 50% and
if I do loose it they will have to Euthanise me due to the
irrecuperable pain induced. If I do not loose my hoof there is 75%
chance that I'll be lame all my life with chronic pain. But Pascal is
steadfast on caring for me and tells me he'll pull me out of this
terrible state. In any case I'm no longer able to go to Chile which
puts the whole plan of our journey out of the question even if Pascal
will certainly do the trip … in another form yet to be determined.
Right now the urgency is to get me out of pain, healed and back into
a quality of life enabling me to live a “normal” life. For the
present Pascal will stay in Arizona and follow up my healing for at
least a month. Then he'll go back to France to 'winter' and work on a
plan to pursue his journey. He has started to work on a photo book of LongEars2Chile Book 1 and a PPT slide show. Me I'll need to find a new home to live and hopefully share in the life of children and a family.</sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">News
of my health will be posted regularly and you can keep up to date as
I now have the time to write on a regular basis. Pascal meanwhile is
a 'ranch hand' feeding, watering and doing daily tasks around the
ranch mornings and evenings, in the heat of the day he is working on
a means of raising money to help Dreamchaser. His analysis is that
Dreamchaser requires LAND of it's own with facilities and the ability
to produce feed. The organization and running of the place is sound,
the fund raising adequate for it's activities and the long term
perspectives are good to maintain the activity and the quality of the
work being done. However, an investment of 1.2 million dollars would
guarantee that Susan, the founder can retire while the Dreamchaser
mission continues to be accomplished
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span></span></span></sup></span><a href="http://www.dreamchaserpmu.org/"><span style="color: #0e37a5;"><sup><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u><b>http://www.dreamchaserpmu.org/</b></u></span></span></sup></span></a><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><u><b>).
</b></u></span></span></span></sup></span><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Anyone
who reads this and can provide us with a contact who could help
obtain a grant is invited to contact Pascal. When you see the reality
of the work being done for horses, donkeys, lamas, goats, sheep, pigs
… turtles, birds … as a rescue, you understand the need in our
society for organizations like this that not only rescue animals, but
educate people in the respect of animal lives, help people re-connect
emotionally and psychologically (see lean on me program) through the
use of animals.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Back
to our journey.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Well
the lesson we can communicate the PCT community and equine owners is
that you DO NOT TAKE EQUINE (horses, mules or donkeys) on the trail
unless:</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">1/
the animals have already extensive trail experience, even more than
humans, animals require slow, long and progressive training</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">to
walk</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
</li>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">to
carry loads</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
</li>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">to
adapt to terrain that is difficult and on which they need to feed</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">to
cross specific difficulties in the terrain, particularly walking on
snow, ice, in mud or on rocky mountain slopes. Animals will do well
in all of these terrains but NEED to LEARN how to handle them. This
takes time, as the mental and physical needs to adapt. Not something
that can be done “on the trail”.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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you have proven experience in handling Equine and are able to
diagnostic IN TIME major issues that can arise from working on a
trail. Pascal here was counselled by many persons, some of which are
considered authorities in the matter, and yet due to his own
inexperience was not able to identify the major issue of my suffering
feet.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">3/
an animal that refuses, seems to falter, suffer or balks, is an
animal TELLING you that something is “wrong”. This needs to be
the cue to re-evaluating the situation and possibly stop whatever
activity to fully understand the issues. There is NO second thoughts
in animals. Only the HERE AND NOW.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">So
as the ICHING says about my condition : Hexagram 23, upper triagram
“keeping still, the mountain” lower triagram “the receptive,
earth”</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><sup><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: transparent;">“
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
weight of the Mountain presses down upon a weak foundation of Earth: </span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span>
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<ul>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">The
Superior Person will use this time of oppression to attend to the
needs of those less fortunate.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Any
action would be ill-timed.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: maroon;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Stand
fast.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
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</ul>
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<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Pascal
will need to hold on any decision, take care of me and stay aware of
all that is going on around him to identify what is the real threat,
issue, problem that he has to deal with. </span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">While
going to the doctor to get my $250 special orthopaedic hoof boots to
try to help me save my feet, Pascal cried driving. He has
re-connected with his emotional self during this part of his journey,
one of his initial objectives. Now he needs to translate this so he
expresses it … in music, craft or the written word … </span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Oh,
did I tell you that the last day when we left the PCT, he loaded
Jimmy with all of the heavy stuff and me with the lightest possible
load to help me get off the mountain? It helped a lot but the trail
was very hard at times, with steep and slippery downhills, sometimes
real steps in stone that obliged us to “jump” from one step to
the other. Anyhow he put for the first time I think the guitar on me,
I slipped and crushed it on a rock … Pascal has to buy another
instrument.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">Want
to help? Help finance my medical bills … a guitar, and most of all
just keep in touch and support us in spirit.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">The
life is taking an interesting if unexpected turn, let's see how we
deal with it, STAY with us for the NEXT CHAPTER.</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-75388772825190209872013-08-09T11:47:00.000-07:002013-08-09T12:33:03.173-07:00STOP! I NEED TIME to repair my hooves<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">August
5<sup>th</sup></span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nathalie
has come and gone. To greet her we did amazing miles in very
difficult terrain … but how beautiful! Pascal was thinking of
Adrien looking at those granite facades with over 1000 ft drops in
grandiose canyons. What terrain to go climbing in! And those rivers
flowing over the granite like natural slides for hundreds of feet …</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cabin at Echo lake accessible only by boat</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once
again my feet are giving up, getting infected, and the horn not
growing properly. Pascal & I struggled over this, him getting
really tired of my continuous problems (he even called me “dog
meat” one day!) and me suffering through it to try to be up to the
trip … but the body does not follow. I have scars all over,
scratched legs but most of all it is the feet. Even with a pain
killer and antibiotics I can't seem to get over the problems.
Especially my front right leg. Pascal has finally decided that once
Nathalie is gone we will do very small miles until I grow out of this
… but Adrien has announced his arrival … so we should be doing 10
miles a day … which is little compared to what we've done but too
much for me right now.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Landings at North end Echo Lake</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
was happy to have company, Nathalie came like father Xmas with gifts
of many kinds including a sun-shower, memorable Tshirts and bearing
gifts from Susan of medecine for me.She drove 13hrs to get here and
as much to get back, what motivation! Pascal cried when he saw her as
messages had gone wrong and he though she would arrive the day before
… lots of anxiety about her being in an accident or something of
the sort. John even sent medecine by mail through Nathalie's friend
in Tahoe … but unhappily for me there seems no miracle medecine
except REST. Nathalie took extremely good care of me and made Pascal
continously aware of my needs … she asked him if it was because I
was a female that he had issues with me … a question that he
recognized was an interesting one. In all cases, having a woman with
us made the trip change rhythm, provided more relaxed times and gave
Pascal a chance to walk without having to lead us or be concerned.
Nathalie learned the ways of the trail fast but Pascal had to soften
the harshness of this way of life as Nathalie dealt with health and
personal issues. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trail out of Echo</td></tr>
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He was really happy to have a friend come and share
his daily trail life. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
is finally ok with stopping but we have a new goal which is to meet
Adrien on time.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You
should know that Echo Lake is wonderful but the welcome is shabby.
Sure the store owner has to make money in the season, but they carry
weekender stuff not real hiker substantial items like fuel for your
unit, the cost is high, the quality is poor (root beer float out of a
can! No hot food) and there is NO place to get water, NO place to
wash hands even, just funky dry toilets that are not maintained
properly. Remember to note if you're a hiker that you are NOT allowed
to camp within 4 miles of the dam, and the water taxi to the end of
the lake is $12 one way … Basically, plan on leaving the place as
soon as you can and re-supply in South Lake Tahoe, a short hitch
hike, where there are plenty of shops and available supplies at
reasonable costs. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
chalets around Echo lake are beautiful, obviously either old timer
families or very rich people … but they are trying to preserve them
from the “people invasion” which makes for conflicts of various
kinds. We camped illegally on the Equestrian crossing out of sight
for 2 days and Pascal took us to the dam each night to eat the
luscious grass there. Nathalie was a bit ancy as a $ 5000 fine is
posted for camping, but all went well and no one cared. Pascal picked
up 3 bags of garbage: glass, rusted cans, … and pieces of barbed
wire and other such items.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once
again, wonderful places, to stay wonderful, need to be protected from
the masses. Over population has created a set of rules and
regulations that make life intolerable for the common persons and
protects the few priviledged ones that are the “haves”, the
“have-nots” are considered trash and are treated as such … so
they act as such … except where we can make money off of them
without giving them priviledges. The real culprits are not those
protecting what they have (inherited or worked for) but those who in
the last 50 years as our leaders have not known how to say no to
economic pressures and plan for a stable equalitarian society. Birth
control, ecological regulations, education, imposing on industry and
services responsible behaviours … and allocating required resources
so that there are garbage cans and pick up services, washrooms and
toilet facilities, … etc.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
the PCT Pascal has imagined that every 100 miles there could be a
solar hot water source with a bath tub and wifi as well as
electricity. For the 1000+ hikers that pass by who represent a real
economical boom for backcountry small towns, this is a required
service. But they have a hard time keeping the trails maintained, so
what hope is there? We crossed once again areas where downed trees
and wash outs made it very difficult for us donkeys to progress. And
remind trail maintenance crews that our slave drivers tend to pack us
high and wide so when cutting a downed tree, please think of our need
for at least 2 yards width and headroom !</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did
I tell you that the first ranger we met in Tuolomne Meadows basically
told us to get OUT OF THERE as fast as possible … She was really
upset that we slowed down traffic a few seconds crossing the bridge …
The ranger on horse back was much nicer.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
can tell it's summer vacation time, every few minutes we cross people
on the trail and Pascal hands out cards about our blog. He must
repeat the same things over and over again as people ask about us,
our journey and when, where we started from. Each time we get to eat
a bit of grass, but what amazes me is the incredulous look on people
when they learn we are on a 15000 mile journey.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's
nice to see young people and parents with kids, groups of “buddies”
or “the girls” out for an overnight hike. A few crazy runners
pass by and older folks out on a day hike. This “desolation valley”
area seems quite remote, but it's only a day's hike from many areas
in Lake Tahoe. When we first arrived in view of this lake it looked
so big that the Kit Carson types in the early 1800's must have
thought they had reached the ocean.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did
I tell you that the donkey rescue in Chino Arizona we came from was
taken over by someone who apparently had half the heard killed? I'm
waiting for more definitive news but it seems we were saved from
disaster. Wyme must be very upset, not only did they destroy my
compagnions but also a life time's work building a haven for us
folks.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">---------------------------------
To remember -------------------------------------------</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
pictures tell the story. Pascal during the winter is planning to
create a slide show and a book with very few words but hundreds of
pictures that tell the story of our treck on the PCT. He'll tell you
more about it once it's done. If someone reading this is a printer
please send him a line if you can provide economical printing and
distribution services for those who might be interested.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------`</span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Workshop on the trail building leather panier</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Interesting
talking to people. Yesterday it was a group from various nations all
participating in a leadership training program with certification.
They sat and listened to the multidimentional life story of Pascal
and were amazed at his life's course. From running away at 16 to
leading a house units remodling team at 19 … as his son asked
once, what have you NOT done? Today it was a family initiating their
son to hiking & camping, or a group of young folks led by a sort
of scout leader … all come to see US the donkeys, the real
attraction. </span></span></span>
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<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Have
you seen the multitude of flowers we have along the path? When I
think that Veronique tries to get Lupins to grow in France and here
they come in all sizes, grow like weeds and sometimes are as tall as
us. There is still fireweed but most amazing is the variety that
grows at 8000 feet. Sometimes I feel I'm walking in a garden. Since
leaving Tuolomne meadows the country has become tamer but the variety
of landscapes remains amazing, from volcanic baren mountains to
luscious valleys and nestled lakes with old growth trees twisted from
the winds, the snow and the lightning. I wonder how it will evolve
going north. We will stop at Squaw Valley and hopefully can pass by
Clair Tapaan lodge from the Sierra Club where Pascal worked as an
assistant cook to go skying on weekends while in high school. Then
we'll cross Highway 80 and start the northern part of California
which should take all of august. Hopefully Joe and Lynn can join us,
possibly for the Marble Mountains area, that would be great. </span></span></span>
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STOP ---------------------------------------</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
REALITY has caught up with us. My foot abscess has finally opened up
and Pascal was appalled at the damage within my foot. The whole
interior of the foot is “rotten”, that is it has not constituted
a hoof structure and there are whole areas of unstructured matter
that smell bad and indicate a long decay. Pascal in doing exploratory
surgery with his knife opened up the space and now with soaking in
salt water and alternatively baking soda, we have managed to clean up
the whole area. The treatment seems to be working, I no longer have
the insistant pain and with a hoof boot I'm able to walk, albeit with
some hesitation, but enough to get back on the trail. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">HOWEVER,
this means I need 6 months of full recuperation before I can really
walk normally again. Pascal has come to this realisation and now will
slowly get us from Dick's Lake, a wonderful spot where we've been the
last 3 days, to the Eagle Falls trail head, 10 miles hitch-hiking to
South Lake Tahoe junction 89 and 50 where he can arrange for us to be
repatriated. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
decision, Susan is ok with this, is to have us back at Dreamchaser
for the next 6 months in order to heal and then to resume the journey
from there. Pascal seem relieved since he has taken this decision and
is much more appreciative of my condition. He was so frustrated while
it appeared all was well with me yet I kept limping and having
difficulty walking. Now that the reality has come through, he can
deal with it and make the decisions that are required. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Susan
is the HERO here, she organized a complex situation at the ranch to
be able to drive the 13+ hours required to come and get us in under
12 hours! A woman with such a dedication to animal welfare needs to
be supported and accompanied. Please GIVE to Dreamchaser what you can
of your tax deductible dollars.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
makes Adrien's coming an issue, really too bad that it could not have
been a few weeks later. Pascal looked so much forward to sharing this
way of life with his son. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For
those who have been following the blog, please know that we will
continue reporting on progress and insure that you are implicated
regularly in the healing process. Anyone able to help us out is
welcome to send us a word.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------
stay tuned ----------------------------</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
tomorrow is the last day of the PCT for this year. We will head for
Eagle Creek Falls trail head and arrange my repatriation rapidly. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile,
I recommend Dick's lake, a wonderfully nested lake, clear and
transparent as ice melt created lakes can be and though there is a
lot of hiker passage at this time of year. The calm, the
resplendissant colors of the sunrizes and sunsets on the surrounding
hills are a wondrerous beauty. The daily swim in ice melted water is
revigorating for Pascal, as for me I just barely wet my lips once a
day to drink this delicious water. Pascal has been inspired to
compose a song and is making a leather Panier to carry our things.
LIFE IS GOOD.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Living
at a donkey's life rhythm is a real lesson for this trip. You CANNOT
expect to do what you want when you have the responsibility of
animals, on whom you depend as much as they depend on you.
Responsibility is acquired when you pay attention to the needs of
those with whom you share your life. A lesson you learn when you
raise a family.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
is wonderful is that this expected 6 months delay is not a problem,
this is what the liberty of living free of constraints brings. Just
like the pioneers who came to this country, you just have to adapt to
the terrain, the events and you live and die with the conditions you
meet. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">More
next week on our rappatriation to the Arizona heat and … </span></span></span>
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Red's Meadow to Echo lake pictures</h2>
Sorry, no words, just pictures ... they tell the story and I have no electricity to write<br />
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Meetings, encounters, memorable chile concarne at Bleu lake, ... lots of memories and more to come when I take my winter break and produce a slide show ... for you<br />
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Please remember, without the support of Susan at Dreamchaser horse rescue ranch, who sent us medicine we could not do this journey. If you can, send a small tax deductible contribution to help her, and us ... if the 1000 following the blog would just send $10 it would help: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.unap.eu/stage_formation_ane/accueil.htm">http://www.dreamchaserpmu.org/</a></b></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boby, at Red's meadow I found full support and friendly welcome<br />
Boby saved us by re-equipping us with Pack Saddles & blankets</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">July 17th, having crossed the highest pass in the Sierras on the PCT 13000ft</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are newly equipped with pack saddles adjusted to each of us and protections for our backs (thank you RED's Meadows team and especially Bobby Tanner). Pascal is going to Mamouth to find new bags as ours are shreds. We plan to leave tomorrow 18th for Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite and be in Lake Tahoe Area at the end of the month.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
a descent into Cajon Pass! Pascal drove us hard and we had quite a
stiff about it, but we did manage to get there before sundown, coming
down rolling hills, then gullies like ate lands. The trail kept on
the crests and at times we had several hundred feet drops of sand
dune like material on one side and steep brushy slopes on the other.
Finally after crossing dirt roads, and under power lines, we ran into
a stream, the trail carved into the side of the hillside and
meandered this ever weaving stone chaos to the 15 freeway! There a
monument commemorates the Santa Fe and Salt lake City trails that met
… once upon a time.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
parked us in the empty lot across from MacDonald's and then went to
stuff himself with poor quality food while accessing the internet.
There he met a fellow who had ended up there, camping now for over 2
years just down a dirt road he says is much quieter. Life leaves some
people stranded on the wayside and they find a niche to survive and
lead something of a life. He says he has everything, water, food,
wifi … welfare is all he needs to “survive”. Like Guerjo who
lives on his $900 of disability … a whole lot of people who
“survive” living what they consider 'outside' of the system even
if it is 'the system' which is really providing for their survival.
No great needs, no apparent desires, just the satisfaction that
they'll eat tomorrow and meanwhile do what they like. A real issue
for society. Not that it cannot afford it, just a question of what is
the meaning of life for a society. Remember, these people come out
with novelists, artists of all types, social work that they do 'off
the grid', … so they DO contribute … some of them … and YOU
can't tell one from the other, no one can.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
got off to an early start, filled up with water while people took
pictures, and then went to the stream that passes under the freeway.
Long noisy tunnel, but now we are accustomed to these bizarre human
creations. The stream flowed a little and while Pascal was insuring
our route, we grazed tall grasses and ate some watercress. A heavy
fog was on the whole valley, we benefitted from it for the next 4
miles climbing steeply out of the pass. First badlands like on the
other side, then slowly up and around hills and crossing valleys
going up to 8000 feet. What a spectacular view over the freeway, the
two train tracks, and the continuous stream of movement.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In
a valley, at the crossing of a road, there stands a couch, a table, a
couple of chairs and of course the ever present water jugs. Someone
has made a hiker's rest stop … nice of them even if our slave
driver did not stop. He did sign the trail book a little further and
was thoughtful enough to include us. Then we climbed another 3000
feet before reaching our night's goal which turned out to be another
water stop with 2 outdoor chairs. Pascal parked us 500 yards away on
a hillside with what he calls grass, I would say dry dirty remains of
over cooked stuff … and then spent the evening talking with passing
hikers, offering them a cup of hot chocolate and just enjoying
relaxing in one of the chairs. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another
day and we are at the crossing of the road that leads to the Love's
house. After trying to decipher the maps, the GPS and the reality of
the crossing, we finally go down a dirt road and camp at a dry
stream-bed crossing where Pascal sleeps on rocks and we eat the few
grass stalks that peek behind the rocks. At dawn we're back on the
road and going down, down, cross the creek which now has water (and
we drink!) two or three times to end up at a paved road where a state
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love's house built with adobe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swimming pool with NO chemicals<br />
and view over the valley</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We of course pass by, but this road for another 10
miles is only for getting to the prison it seems. Nice walk down the
valley. Then we meet a family on an outing to the river, pictures
with the grand-daughter of course, and later with a guy who is
camping alone, doing yoga and seeming to take a pause to think about
his life of hollywood, music … etc. The sun is now getting high and
as we have gone down the heat is over 40° centigrade (100 F you
fools!). We navigate from one road to the next, the dirt roads
indicated of course are now blocked off on private property and we
endure the pavement. </span></span></span><br />
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Pascal has of course under estimated the
distance, after 15 miles we at last arrive in the vicinity, but it's
only 4 miles later and that after crossing hillsides, dumping Jimmy's
pack, and crossing on private property … We are lost. Indeed the
GPS MAP, the so called indications that he had send to be verified …
the street that is supposed to be there is NOT. So Pascal calls
Stevie who very kindly takes her car around the block to find us and
then leads us through the hillside to her street. We finally get
there around 2 pm while we should have arrived at 12. Happily, Stevie
has water for us and the hillside, if not lush with grass, has
adequate food materials for us. </span></span></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The man bearing gifts! wonderful</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">4
days of NOTHING. What a rest! Pascal lets us loose during the day
while keeping an eye on us, and then at night hobbles us. Friday
night lots of people came over and took pictures, kids rode on our
backs and a VERY NICE gentleman brought us Carrots, and a half bale
of 4 kinds of grasses … we ate it ALL. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visit by the friend's kids, J&D gentle and willing</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">While they had their diner,
we just munched away to the very last stem.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile
Pascal lived the life of luxury. Good times with Stevie, even if they
went to re-supply (poor Stevie having to go shopping!) they cooked
together, talked a storm, he went swimming almost each day once or
twice, took naps, … They even went to Claremont to see painting
expositions in the town center where there were lots of people about
… a real change of atmosphere for Pascal. Stevie is an active
painter in that community, showing several times a year and her
studio is full of her next show in September. Pascal did not show us,
but he likes the pieces with the abstract perspectives, the stuff with
visual illusions from simple patterns, the multi-material layered
stuff. Not all, but enough to enjoy pieces that he could live with. </span></span></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An angel helped us cross the desert</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did
I tell you they built the house from the dirt on the property. It's
an adobe house with just a little additive to retard the water
degradations. Otherwise the adobe as it dries is harder than cement.
Using the traditional rounded ends of the house, it's a house cool in
the day and warm in the cold nights. Everything is carefully though
out, details are everywhere the meeting of the energy of Bruce and
the “tender loving care” of Stevie. Simple, low cost for the most
part and yet beautiful. A house Pascal felt immediately “at home”
in. Both for the way it was conceived and the way it is lived in by
Stevie & Bruce. Too bad, Bruce was evangelizing Mayan culture in
Mexico and Guatemala so we could not meet him, but life with Stevie
was gentle, thoughtful, with real exchanges and listening. Also, the
group of friends, a real community with long term relationships,
welcomed us and Pascal shared a couple of meals with them. A friend
of Stevie's, Ellie the body worker, said her mate, Tracy would be ok
with taking us to Kennedy Meadows on tuesday. Wow! We found a ride.
Judy Casey, a professional transport person we had met on the side of
the road had otherwise proposed to take us and even Michael … but
they were both quite a ways off and Tracy had the vehicle and the
time while being a neighbor. So, sad to leave such a wonderful
haven, we decided the morning of the departure to take a hike of our
own. In less than 15 minutes, Jimmy took me down the road half a mile
and then into the bush. What a panic! Pascal & Stevie looked for
us everywhere without any luck. Then Pascal traced us through our
tracks and discovered we were just in a dell where he had not looked.
So we gently walked back to our holding place and a few minutes later
Tracy showed up to load our gear and us. I even barely made any fuss
to get into the trailer, I should say luxurious trailer, and Jimmy
after hesitating just followed. I suspect that the hay at the end of
the stall helped. In 10 minutes we were ready to go for the 120 miles
that took us to the crossing of the 395 and the road to Kennedy
Meadows. We unloaded, took a good hour to get ready, I must say
Pascal really stocked up and our loads were heavy. Then off we went
up the hill. We did almost 15 miles out of the desert floor up to the
start of the hills. Nice camp with grass off the side of the road
behind trees, we still got the visit of a young couple, she a good
looking british black girl and him a typical californian … nice
people. </span></span></span>
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day, we finally got to Kennedy Meadows and this in record time since
we covered the 16 or so miles in less than 5 hours! I must say the
road is really good and easy. The trailer could have gotten us up all
the way, but it was interesting to climb from the desert floor back
into the mountains. It gives you a sense of the real size of things.
The store where all the hikers were grouped seemed to make a good
living feeding hamburgers and providing re-supplies at exorbitant
prices. Tom was out fishing but we met his helpers who welcomed us
and fed Pascal pancakes. But instead of staying around the “scene”
Pascal gave up on the internet and we camped alongside the river a
couple of miles up. After our 4 days of luxurious living we had no
need for the 'trail' atmosphere, our only regret being that we did
not see Tom … we would have liked to thank him for the welcome at
the kick off meeting.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">At
camp, Pascal discovered that Jimmy's pack saddle, both arms are
broken. Should he go back to Kennedy meadows and see if with Tom's
help he can make new ones? He finally opts for using the Epoxy glue
that Joe provided, cleans everything and stirs the 5 minute glue as
best he can, then assembles the wooden parts and tapes them. In case
it breaks again he still has a last tube of glue … finally one side
held, he had to repair the second side 4 days later … it's holding
for now but for how long??? </span></span></span>
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off at dawn to climb out of Kennedy Meadows into the very dry, desert
like mountains where water is still an issue. Yet premisses of the
high Sierras are here and there. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trees, streams, and even if there
are still swaths of burn hills, the cactus is getting scarce and the
air is cooler. Until we get to Forester Pass at 13137 feet (4000
meters almost) we'll be on the 'dry' side of the mountains. But past
11000 ft the lack of vegetation will mask the transition. We climb
rapidly to 9000 ft then hover for a couple of days in the 9000 to
11000 ft heights which is good since it allows us to get acclimated
with the high mountains. The first day Pascal was feeling a slight
dizziness, but since he has had no signs of mountain sickness. The
training in the San Jacinto and San Bernardino mountains was certainly
useful. </span></span></span><br />
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We are in a country of impressive cedars that have been
struck by lightning, desiccated by the wind, the sleet, the long
winters, the frozen temperatures and the summer sun. They often look
like naked bodies sculptured into wood, stylized birds and strange
creatures. At times as you pass under a carcass still holding up and
bent over the trail, you ask yourself if it will not choose just the
time you're under to fall. Often the several hundred year old trees
are decapitated with several trunks compensating for the loss of
height. Then there are the vistas as you come over a pass looking on
one side to highway 395 and the desert landscape 9000 ft or more
below or on the other side, the empty valleys where the Los Angeles
political powers have decided to drain permanently a natural lake to
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The PCT for the most part is winding along side
the mountains to avoid steep climbs or descents which is great for us
since then we do not have to have our front or back holding straps.
But the climbs are impressive. Pascal has us now on a rhythm where we
start at dawn and try to reach destination by noon. This allows us to
rest all afternoon and night, feed at leisure and take in the
beautiful places where we camp. A meadow here, a hillside there, a
cosy little stream with a field … the walks are hard, the load
heavy … but what a trip! Better than our 7 acres with 90 donkeys we
had for 13 years. Pascal is trusting us more and more and letting us
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The grass is good and we are tired from
the walk so we roll creating dust clouds, we eat, and eat and …
eat, then we lay down and rest, roll again, go drink at the stream or
river and just live a donkey's life. Pascal is finding the steep
climbs and long walks hard on his old body. He has tried out his new
hiking boots, the mountain type that are quite adapted to the rocky
landscape, and if there is some adaptation, they are working out. His
back is getting a real workout and often at the end of the day all
sorts of various pains come out, probably slight nerve pinching from
the strenuous workout either uphill or downhill. The high Sierras are
quite the test for a human body, he had forgotten how demanding. So
the afternoons and nights are used for recuperating physically while
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
a month of 'adaptation' to the life of the trail, the need to care
for us and the physical requirements, it is now time to ask the
bigger questions. How does it really feel? How is it to be ALONE ALL
THE TIME? Are you ready to spend the next 3 years living like this?
Are you finding the richness of the creative within you? </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clearly
this is a second phase of the journey. Obviously a key element is
being alone. Yet it is one of the real goals, alone there is no
avoiding of anything. It all comes out. The good and the bad. The
trail is interesting in the sense that you can meet people but each
one is too much in his own “trip” to pay much attention to the
others. It's nice to know that should you have a heart attack,
someone would find you and take care of the animals, but beyond this
you are really alone in the immensity of the land. The music is
slowly getting more satisfying. The real frustration is the solar
panels, they just are not providing electrical autonomy. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Straps holding sports bags on the pack-saddle</td></tr>
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This issue
MUST be solved, hopefully at the Lake Tahoe stop. Is it the controller
or the panels … the solution must be identified and provided for.
The PC is the issue, if it could be recharged at will then access to
writing, listening, working on multimedia would become possible.
Depending on recharging at stops is not workable for the journey. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One
of the nice things is that as you walk you can let your mind go
through various scenario and follow them to where your mind leads
you. It's a good way to identify what is an illusion from a need. The
waking dreams you can build on reveal issues you have with your
relationship to the world, to others, with yourself.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> For example, in
this gold country the fantasy of finding a nugget of gold, sacks of
gold left by some poor miner or an army transport … so where does
money lead you? What do you make of that relationship? How does it
affect those around you? … your mind leads you into the nooks and
crannies of your own illusions, desires and reality. This is an
interesting part of this journey. Obviously the same process that
applies to money, goes for women, sex, friendships, and the creative
acts. You can 'trip' on anything, just let your mind navigate freely
… and then to change pace, just let yourself just BE, not THINK. I
find that this NO THINK is often the source of the REAL THINK …
over time.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile,
as he types away, we are eating up as much as we can of this
delicious mountain stuff that is so rich and varied, with flowers,
seeds, tall stems … t'ill we could become FAT! No risk of that with
the slave driver … but it is true that our bodies are getting
sculptured with muscles that were not there a few months ago. I must
say my brother is really a monument of solidity and I confess that my
fine muscular profiles are quite the thing! I wish Wyme could see me.
And now that Pascal has finally understood how to use the back and
front straps, only for climbs or descents, our hair is growing back
and in a month of so we should be without any scars.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why
do people when they see water have to get into this wet, cold …
dangerous stuff? Whenever there is a stream, and if big enough for
immersion then he just jumps in, lathers himself on the shore and
rinses then goes back into it! We would much rather roll in nice warm
dust. Jimmy is fascinated by the morning and evening ritual of
putting a stick in the mouth with hairs and rubbing hard. I think
he'd like to try it. As for the other rituals, preening the feet,
rubbing them with baby cream and making sure they are regularly
washed … no such bother with our hooves.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did
I tell you the water is frozen in the containers in the morning? We
are learning to find shelter behind a tree or a rock and if Jimmy was
not such a loner, he could keep me warm when at dawn the chill comes
in. Well another week or so of very high mountains and then we should
get back to reasonable altitudes. Probably then it'll be the
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You
cannot expect to find in others, those things you lack or think you
lack within yourself. This is why religion, first started to invent
spirits to try to dialogue with the dimensions they wanted to explore
or understand within themselves. The mono theism is the prevalent
thought that one is all onto himself. Thus you only need one god to
dialogue with. Two persons opened the door to the universe of
awareness for me (aside from Parents … ) one was an indian, living
in a tepee who said “I have two rooms, the one where I receive only
persons with whom I am intimate, and the other where all my friends
are welcome”, the other is a Buddhist monk who said “ you know
Pascal, all these stories are just a way of trying to tell others
what you can only understand for yourself”.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Psychology
is the modern approach to deism. There is both a use, as in the
church, of tools to manipulate masses and up to the individuals by
categories (see TV advertising) and the whole field of 'awareness'
where from the professional ability to 'understand the other' to the
psychoanalyst/therapy … we explore the so called 'internal' self.
In church the “word of god” attempts the manipulation while the
contemplative, the confession … are all aimed at our 'internal'
self.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
what does it speak of relationships?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Obviously
we are not seeking what we lack within since we know it does not work
to get it from others. We try, have tried … and probably will try
again in some way or another. What we lack within must be found from
within … But the ever continuous circle of learning has by now
convinced us that if you don't learn the lesson the first time,
you'll have to make the mistake again. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For
me a relationship is an exchange, where one brings to the other the
unexpected, the unthought of, the ability to contradict, argue, …
make the other discover, share in the discoveries, … and create.
Create silence, beauty, touch, feelings, smells, tastes, sounds …
contribute in awakening ourselves and the other …</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
I'm in a relationship with myself, walking the mountains of
California and expecting to have this road lead to Chile. I am “re”
discovering myself, or just re-establishing the balances of my life
where those things such as the AWE that nature provides are present
daily. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Can
I be in a relationship with myself and another at the same time? That
is what I am trying to understand, become aware of, have insight on …
The relationships with my friends while being away, with my children
while being far, and I dearly would wish to share my life with a
woman who could love me as I could love her and share the life style.
I have received a lot from my past companions, yet I've always felt
that excepting for a few that were too brief to judge, my
relationships have always been unbalanced. Financially,
emotionally, intellectually, sexually … I have hungered all my
life, I probably expect too much from others since I do so from
myself. Hunger that was “built in” by my parents … the story of
my life. But hunger that has allowed me to meet fabulous people, to
share exceptional times, to live a life of passions, efforts yes but
achievements. All that because I was an “abandoned” child. Wow!
The stuff of life. No wonder so many people spend their lives trying
to understand, teach, preach … lay in a couch or take drugs.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
of this chemistry of love that selects unawarely that individual
who's genes are most likely to produce 'diversity'? How come a woman
is totally inaccessible for one and totally giving to another? A man
the same … just in a different way.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
is nice in these questions is that I've been asking them since
puberty … and still have to find any valid answers. What is
interesting is to keep asking which means you are still open to an
answer. There is the real state of awareness.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
have been climbing regularly since Hwy 395 and are now arriving at
Forester pass 13475 feet! Pascal the day before pushed us to a lake
in the crook of the rocks, so transparent that you could clearly see
several meters below the surface as if crystal clear. He of course
went for a bath naked in this snow melt. Yes, we are at the level of
the last patches of snow. This year apparently there is very little
for an 17<sup>th</sup> of June … thank goodness!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
is also the day he lost his brand new pair of glasses! The pouch at
his hip just unzipped and little chance to find them even if we did
the 18 mile journey backwards. Too many climbs and descents, times we
stopped to breathe off the trail … hopefully someone will find them
and Pascal passed the word to hikers going each direction that they
belong to the DONKEY MAN. Nice how he identifies with us! But not
only that, he also broke the hinge of his dark glasses … so now he
has duck tape decorations to hold the branch on. What a day …, we
met Laura and Dave her father at the lake. Laura has invited her
father for father's day for 11 days in the back country hiking and
camping. What a nice gift! She is studying child psychology, I wanted
to tell her that it was NOT a coincidence …</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
this morning we got up at dawn as usual, got packed and began the
final assault out of what I would categorize as the “cactus”
country of southern california to the “green” country of the
north. We were high at camp, but we climbed another 1000 feet and the
final mile was up a rock wall with carved steps into the hillside.
What a climb! All around us the rock walls and below the ice melted
lakes and a stream rushing down the valley. The old man's heart beat
hard and breath was short but he made it up with us keeping a good
pace. I can tell you that Jimmy bravely followed my exploits as I
often had to rise my full leg height and jump up the steep stairs.
I'm not sure a horse could do this. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Perhaps a mule since they are
half donkeys, but even that, with difficulty. Almost at the top there
was this ice slope cutting the trail with people traces in the hard
frozen snow. I did not like it at all so I just stepped in the rubble
below and went around it, but had a real hard time climbing back up
on the trail and the other side was a steep downfall. Jimmy of
course followed me and was on his knees coming back on the trail.
Looking back at it, at the steep slope, the loose rock … I could
have gotten us into REAL trouble. Pascal was furious … and he let
us know.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then
incredible, we arrived at the pass, a narrow passage between the
mountains with a plaque. There was a hiker there so we did get the
“memory” picture.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why
do we go so high only to go down after? This serpentine path is well
done but does it go down! Then our second crossing of a frozen snow
melt. Pascal checked and thought I could just go up the ice bank 3
yards which is what the hikers do and then you're back on rock and
rejoin the trail. So he urged me and I went with energy, almost made
it to the top, but I was too deep in the snow and I slipped, rolled
on my side and slid down the ice to land almost 100 yards down on the
rocks taking Pascal with me. Thank goodness the packs took the chock
and I was just stuck, feet uphill, backpack pinning me down and a few
scratches on my nose and head. But I COULD NOT MOVE. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal had to
undo what he could and then passed behind me and was finally able to
undo the belly strap of the pack. Once freed of the pack, after a few
tries I managed to get up … a bit shaken for sure. Pascal checked
me all over and found that DONKEYS are really strong and sturdy, any
horse of even mule, despite their great heritage, would have been out
of commission to say the least. ME? Well he just loaded me up and
then took me through the jungle of rocks where I slipped miserably
and we got around the snow pack. Jimmy was just as shook up as me, he
kept standing and looked miserable as I got freed and repacked. Then
when he saw I was going through the rock shambles, he came bravely
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Back on the trail we all took a deep
breath, rechecked everything and went on. For the first mile I was
still in shock and walked at the pace of a snail. But slowly I got
better, and the slave driver would have no excuse anyhow, so we went
another 7 miles down into the valley. You can feel the difference,
here the vegetation is really of another type. I must say, once
again, despite my doubts and the many trials I made to make him stop
at really nice meadows, the one where we are camped is impressively
beautiful with the hill, the river and several prairies to choose
from (apparently marked “not to graze” but we never saw the
sign). We just turned left when the site looked good and the GPS said
we were reaching the trail junction for tomorrow's climb out of the
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We have difficulty choosing the grass as there is so many
different kinds. For rolling, the knoll upon which Pascal has put his
tent is perfect, and we don't even make dust for him. For the night
we are hobbled in a small but very dry meadow where the grass is
perfect.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
goodnight to you and may you see the mountains we saw today in your
dreams.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hard
day! Oh what a day …</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next
day, went up the hill, the canyon and then the staircase in zig zags
that climbed to the pass. Up to then fine, big steps, steep climb …
but ok. Once up there we took the classical picture and then … Oh
my! A big patch of iced snow, no trail but many foot prints in
different areas depending on what time of day people passed. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
you know him … Pascal decided on a course and there we attempted to
go. But it's cold, and I step deep at times, less at others and not
at all, just on the ice without any grip. So I started panicking and
jumped but that either got me deeper or at one point I stayed on the
surface and slid … 100 yards down with Pascal trying to hold me but
being pulled by my weight. At one point I had a hoof in the air and
hit Pascal in the nose, I really didn't do it on purpose! And then we
landed, me on my back, or should I say the loaded packsaddle and
Pascal managed to hit the rocks feet forward and amortized the shock.
But there I was all feet blocked or in the air, the load keeping me
down and my head in a bizarre not very comfortable position. Pascal
tried to get me to stand but seeing the impossible situation started
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The trouble is that the cinch was under me … but without
cutting, Pascal managed to free me while I patiently stayed still.
Once unloaded I managed to twist and get some footing to stand up.
There we were 100 yards down from the trail, on large rocks and above
just iced snow. Meanwhile Jimmy had stayed still, above the snow
pack, on the trail. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
you know my Pascal, he just loaded me up again and then asked me the
impossible task of walking on rocks back to the trail ahead. I
valiantly did the 30 yards, but just as I was about to step on the
trail again, I slipped and went head over heals into the rocks again.
There I got scratched in a couple of places. The hard part is that I
was again stuck by the load and feet in the air with no access to the
cinch. Pascal finally freed me so I managed to twist while staying on
the packsaddle and stand up. Hikers who had been watching the scene
came to the rescue and a human chain brought the materials to the
trail. Then I managed to bravely get myself on the trail. Upon
inspection I had only 2 small scratches and a lot of fear. Pascal
talked to me smoothly while rubbing his hands all over my body. It
felt good but we were both in shock. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
went to get Jimmy who by now was getting very impatient but did not
want to cross that ice field. So Pascal led him by the lead rope
while 5 persons with ropes assured that Jimmy would not slip. I don't
know if it would have helped him, or did, but he stepped slowly (not
like me) and followed Pascal to the next rocks, along them and then
the iced over gap to reach the trail once again. OUF! I was anxious,
even if a kind lady, a nurse by profession, stayed with me and calmed
me while inspecting my whole body. She confirmed to Pascal that I was
fine physically. So we loaded me up once again and down the steep
slopes we went, but on rocks, not ICE. As soon as we found a place to
pitch the tent and have grass for us, alongside a beautiful lake, we
stopped and made camp. I'm getting really good with water, the upper
lake flows into the lower lake and a rushing stream results from
this. Well while Pascal stepped with much peril on the rocks to
cross, I just walked into the water up to my chest and did not even
slip on the rocks. Jimmy, just followed me as he now has understood
is the only possible way.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
can tell you we were, and still are 2 days later, under the shock of
these two slides. I feel unable to walk much and Pascal is ruminating
about the possibility of my breaking a bone. He just doesn't know
donkeys are much sturdier than horses!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
russian lady asked if we were camping there, Pascal asked her if it
bothered her, she answered “I guess I have no choice” to which he
started to try to explain that we had had a rough day … but she
turned her heels and left. Then 1 hour later, just as Pascal was
lighting the fire, she came to say that fires were prohibited and
probably the grazing of animals near the lake. Pascal mentioned it
was his way of life and needed now to rest (due to the “accident”)
but she left without listening seeming furious. 10 minutes later we
saw her practically running down the trail … No doubt to report us
to the ranger since there is a station 100 yards away, but no luck,
the station is not manned. Pascal wonders if his 2 minutes naked in
the water and then drying on a rock out of the wind is not what got
her exited initially … Of course she is right in the absolute, but
in view of the circumstances … This is the whole difficulty with
establishing rules, they apply always except for exceptions … and
this seems to me to be a valid “exception”. After all, we were
supposed to do another 7 miles down to where camping, grazing, fires
… are allowed but we really could NOT get that far. Is it the new
immigrant reaction of the absolutes of law? Interesting to think
about.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
have 2 more important passes to go through where there might be snow,
or should I say we know there is snow but not how much, in what kind
of configuration … can we pass safely?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
days are hot and it's melting fast, possibly by passing around 3 pm,
the hottest time of day when it could be mush, sticking to the trail
and possibly Pascal tracing the path first … we are concerned. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
top of that since we have joined the John Muir Trail (we are doing so
for over 100 miles) the design of the trail has changed. Now it's up
and down steeply and it requires much effort to climb or descend …
not only has our mileage decreased but we are exhausted. Even the old
man who is carrying NOTHING is feeling it. We are of course at around
11000 ft (3000 meters) ranging from 8000 to 12000 or more. But what a
spectacle! Each new view is like a painting, a sculpture, a film that
speaks of the grandeur of things. Pascal now not only lets Jimmy free
as he follows quite well behind me, but his new thing is to leave the
lead line around my neck and just walk ahead with hands free. Of
course we have a few quibbles about how nice it would be to stop here
or there for a nibble, but over all I feel freer to choose my way and
he has his hands free which allows him to take more pictures. He
really gets mad when I decide to stop, to take the wrong trail, to
not stop when he wants to. But even if I did get a few whacks with the
walking stick, we are getting to an understanding which is great for
the both of us. People are surprised to see him 20 yards ahead of us
and Jimmy & I following at our own pace. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
are down to 10 mile days and these still take 5 hours or so, which
means we reach camp around 2pm with the pauses. That is short to set
up camp and take a bath before 3:30pm when the sun starts to decline.
Well that's his problem, I'm not taking any other bath than our dust
baths which are so delicious. Not really good dust here though, or at
least not all the time. Tomorrow Pincho PASS and the next day the
difficult Mather PASS. That one we'll try to hit at 3pm. Then
there'll be apparently another difficult one, but aside from the
“golden staircase” which might be exposed to the north and thus
have ice, there is only Seldom PASS and then Silver PASS a few days
north but seeming to be below 11000ft, thus without much snow danger.
I'll be glad to be passed Mather PASS. If you don't read about it,
just say a prayer for me.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
think we're starting to get a reputation. There are over a dozen
hikers each day now on the trail and most have heard of us or know
about 2 donkeys taking a man up the trail. Pascal keeps giving out
cards and explaining how we get to Chile by going north … People
from all over the world, Australia, Europe, Africa … the only ones
we rarely see are Asians. Those we do see are true blooded americans
(later on the John Muir Trail this was no longer the case). Sometimes
we stop, other times not, I don't really know why. Older couples,
retired and 4<sup>th</sup> age on a few days hike, of course young
people, as a group, as two buddies, sometimes as a couple and rarely
young women, but it happens. The 30's and 40's are least represented
… for the present, possibly in July & August when they take
vacations. It's early for the high country yet. We know, the nights
are cold, yesterday it must have reached -5° celsius, in the high
20s F. All was covered by white frost and the water in the pans was
frozen solid. I keep telling him he should give us his porridge, but
he is really stingy, wanting to keep it to prove to any ranger that
he is able to feed us when grazing is prohibited. Up to now we have
not seen a single ranger, I expect them to be more in Yosemite
wherever there is a concentration of tourists. Too bad, people really
misbehave by letting paper wraps fall along the trail, taking craps
about anywhere and most of all not burying them and leaving toilet
paper appear! I don't mind camping over a buried shit if it's at
least 6” underground so it does not smell nor attract animals, but
under a rock with paper sticking out is odious! And we, donkeys, can
even want to eat the pulp it represents ….! Thank goodness it
smells so bad we don't even think of it …! Can people not
understand that if you MUST use toilet paper, then have a zip lock
bag and put it in. Then either burn it at camp or take it home and
frame it to remember the “good times”. The hikers have this nasty
habit of eating an energy bar while walking, so they tear the top and
drop it and then eat the bar and feel good because they kept the
major part of the wrapping … or the other one is the smokers …
Pascal has a pocket dedicated to trash he picks up along the way and
then burns it on his campfire each night. Oh! About campfire, with
his camp-stove made out of a stove pipe, he now puts it about a yard
from the entrance of his tent and the heat generated keeps the inside
of the tent warm while he types on the computer … Hopefully no
spark will jump to the tent, but so far it works really well. The old
instant set up Quechua is now full of holes, the zipper works when
it wants to … so Pascal has asked Nathalie to bring him the new
model which folds twice as small and is a bit bigger … hopefully
she can put it in her luggage, if not then he'll try to have one
shipped. It is really great to have a tent to store gear and set up
camp that is ready in 2 seconds. Especially when we'll have to start
facing rain … after the dry hell the wet hell will come … living
outdoors has it's issues, just like having to maintain a home.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We'll
soon be out of battery for the PC so no more writing. This is really
a problem that has to be solved. Pascal will not make it if he cannot
write, listen to music, … have his electronic world with him
wherever he is.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
we walked, I should say I was dragged by Jimmy to get there, to the
John Muir Ranch where we arrived, our legs full of bruises, having
lost quite a bit of weight and my feet hurting bad. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Run
by Hilary, this ranch is in a transition phase with a real concern
for hikers and a real experience for people wishing to spend time in
the high country. Luke her husband looked at me and recommended 5
days of rest while Hilary had her staff give us a quarter sack of
rich grain mix and salt licks to pep us up. They have been supportive
of us in many ways even if the first contact is rather distant and
seems often “unfriendly” to hikers. PAT with her cohort of young
women working at the ranch, she is the 'trail angel' of the ranch,
has helped us re-supply from the hiker boxes to enable us to stay
while I heal. She has a warm “motherly” or “old aunt” caring
for each hiker that comes in while insuring the ranch rules are
respected. I expect she used to be quite a young woman having a “good
time” with hikers in the past ... You get all kinds of hikers, from
those trying to take advantage of hiker boxes to those who are here
on vacation or a PCT or JMT hike and generally tend to contribute to
the well being of all. I think everyone should make a stop at the
ranch, enjoy the remarkable Bleiney hot springs and stay a day or
two. Eden is rarely so wonderful. Access from Florence lake is easy
and only 5 miles from the ranch once you cross it, so accessible for
all who are able to walk, or an alternative is to ride in with the
ranch. For less than the price of a 3 star hotel in San Francisco,
you get a 5 star mountain resort environment with enough of a
primitive context to feel you're living a real adventure.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile
Pascal has been fussing about my feet and bathing them in water he
brings from the hot spring across the river and up the hill, cleaning
wounds and insuring they are with disinfectant, putting poultices of
plants to draw the puss and calm the pain, and finally after
hesitating has decided to give me antibiotics to insure no infection
gets installed. After 5 days I now walk but still have issues with
where the hoof joins the foot, the cracks are deep and not healing
yet. Since we have a 10 mile hike to do when we leave here, Pascal
wants my feet to be in shape. Possibly another 2 to 3 days … we'll
see after the antibiotics kick in. Luke gave us a half can of Corona
Phillips Ointment, lanolin enriched antiseptic dressing and
lubricant which seems to really work. Meanwhile he puts socks on my
feet to keep the wounds clean and the flies out of the wounds. I can
tell he is thinking of leg pads using socks and padding to protect my
lower legs. I'll look real sophisticated but will it help? Jimmy is
bored and tends to wander off but the meadow we are in is so rich
that it's a pleasure to graze and we don't need to go anywhere.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
keeps meeting people, some stay in our meadow and share his diners.
Once he got invited by Paul Grossman, lawyer from Los Angeles, to
diner with his family gathering at the ranch … over all he spends
his days in the hot springs across the river or with people he meets
who see us from the trail. His days are becoming routines, wake up,
release us from our hobbles, check on my feet and clean the wounds,
cup of coffee, get dressed, feed me my medicine and food supplement,
have breakfast, clean up camp, write, play music, then off to the hot
springs to soak for a couple of hours, come back to have lunch, nap
time, clean my wounds and test my ability to walk, play music, write,
go to the ranch, check on us, go to the hot springs for the sunset
while laying in the bath, come back at night fall, cook diner, play
music, check on us and hobble us for the night, go to bed. It's now
been 6 days and hopefully tomorrow will be our last day here … if I
can walk without any pain.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
birds and chipmunks are getting used to our presence and now hovering
around the camp to see if they can steal a bite to eat. A bleu jay is
particularly insistent and has even gotten into the 'tool box' we use
as storage for all breakfast items and any open food. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Progress
on our education is on-going, we now recognize it when he calls out
our names and know when things are ok, good or NOT authorized. The
tone of voice and recognition of our names makes it possible. Pascal
climbs now regularly on Jimmy's back but Jimmy still has not the idea
that it is to be transported, he usually stands still. But Pascal is
trying to teach him commands such as STOP. GO. Right and Left. It
will take time as Jimmy is less smart than I am. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">10
days later. Well, we got over Silver Pass! It was a long ways and we
camped in a delightful meadow at the end of Bear Creek. Just before
the big climb into the higher country which leads to the long,
meandering trail going to the pass. We crossed a huge forest on top
of a hill that only had trees, no grass to speak of, no ground
vegetation … a deserted land of huge trees and NO sound since birds
probably cannot find any food there. A big up hill to get there and
then a very long meandering downhill with switchbacks … finally the
rushing river and back up another hill before finding a delightful
camp. Two men with their children were hiking and camped near us. I
loved to hear the girls giggle, it's nice to have people happy around.
Pascal had put up the tarp as we are getting used to a little rain at
mid-day, but none came and the sunset on the high rocks are
stupendous. We passed to get here Edison Lake, half empty due to the
need to cool down a reactor I've been told, a place Pascal had passed
in 2006 on a hike to Mono Lake. The cascading water on the way up to
the pass on granite carved out slabs makes me think that Adrien would
be happy here, climbing during the day and sliding down the granite
slabs in the afternoons. Then there is the fishing, anything that
looks like a fly seems to catch fish, too bad that it's so fished
there are no sizable fish left. Pascal has no license so he just
takes advantage of people who catch more than they can eat.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
did 5 miles the first day out of Muir Ranch, 10 the second over the
pass and 10 again to arrive on Fish Creek, where we got of the PCT to
take the other trail avoiding the steep climb and descent into Reds
Meadows. Cascade valley via Fish Creek is a rather easy trail (baring
a few down trees we have to get around) and Iva Hot Springs only 7
miles away. Pascal decided to be french and take the 14<sup>th</sup>
of July off and stay at the hot springs which are quite corrosive but
how beautiful to be in the warm baths with a view over the valley and
NO mosquitos. Yes I'll appreciate and today was again feeling my feet
even though he continues to care for them 4 times a day. The rest day
is also because we'll arrive anyhow too late to communicate with
France, it'll be sunday the 14th, a day either with too much tourists
or day when things are shut down … Reds Meadows will be for Monday.
Pascal is starting to “live” on the trail. He is no longer pushed
by time even if he still likes to progress and he feels at home in
this high country. We have passed the 900 mile mark of the PCT and
things are starting to settle into a life style. Why hurry if each
camp is a wonderful site, each mountain deserves careful observation,
nature changes progressively with each mile … the high Sierras are
really wonderful in July. The only handicap is not having electricity
to recharge the PC and be able to write at leisure, listen to music …
use the PC.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Do
I have to remind you that we donkeys are totally unpredictable? I
crossed very large streams today without even hesitating with water
up to my belly, but because of the embankment, a little stream 5
inches high became a nightmare to cross. Yesterday it was Jimmy who
refused to take a rock ledge slanting down and finally had to jump …
he came out of it with scrapped knees and Pascal broke his belt and
lost his precious multifunction tool/knife/plier that a couple of
friends camping in Texas had given him. Boy was he upset! Couldn't
handle him with pincers … If you have a donkey friend, just
remember that he'll amaze you by what he does do as well as what he
refuses to do … all in the same day!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Planning
--------------- present expected timing for contacts and
participations------------------</b></span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
looks like we can reasonably do 10 to 15 miles on average 6 days a
week. This means 90 miles a week or about 400 miles a month. Possibly
we'll keep improving the milage, but our concern is to be able to
have time to take advantage of the scenery and at the same time
finding a rhythm for our bodies so we are not 'suffering'. Possibly
we'll do another skip at some point as it would be really nice to get
to Cascade locks early September. But then again, there is NO time
issue, just living it … so we'll see. People who did the Mohave
desert said it was really tough, but that they really do not regret
it. … lessons.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
had to stop 10 days after the passes at the Muir Ranch/Bleiney hot
springs & lake (not a bad place to be forced to stop …) so that
Daisy could heal her feet and both put back some weight on … we
were exhausted.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">18th
of july – Tuolumne meadows</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">28<sup>th</sup>
of july – enter Lake Tahoe Area</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here
if we could find a person willing to <b>lend us his workshop</b>
(basic tools for woodworking/drilling/sanding/cutting) we MUST remake
2 packsaddles (see blog) Expect ½ day to get materials and 2 days to
make them. Will need to find a source for hard-woods like oak.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">15<sup>th</sup>
of August – cross HWY 80</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">1<sup>st</sup>
of September in Shasta area</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7e0021;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">late
October Cascade Locks</span></span></span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What
does a donkey do on a rest day? He stands and sleeps, he maintains
the grasses short and he rolls on his back regularly to show his
ability to roll from one side to the other. That's the program unless
he gets untied (which Pascal does whenever he is around) and tries to
enlarge his horizons when Pascal takes a nap or is not paying
attention … but we never get too far.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well,
I'm going to get him to post this. This means we are in Red's Meadows
near Mamouth (lake, mountain and city). Next stop will be Tuolumne
meadows, the high mountain center of Yosemite Park, only 3 days away.
There we hope to be welcome, but being a dense tourist center it is
likely that donkeys are not really welcome. Yosemite officially does
not allow us to graze … so it's possible we'll only do quick
re-supply shopping and move on rapidly. Hopefully we can get Email
and possibly post once again.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Big
Bear</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
were really looking forward to seeing Big Bear (once again for
Pascal). Very deceiving in fact. As we walked across Big Bear City,
several persons were delighted to see our outfit, asked to make
pictures … but not a single person offered us even as little as
just a drink even though it was really hot. We feel no generosity
from those we encounter. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They are in their world, they are enchanted
to see someone doing something else, to see us donkeys with our packs
… but it stops there. They take a picture and return to their
pre-programmed lives. I don't live their lives so I do not know how
I'd react, but if I did get into contact with a person I would
probably have a gesture of generosity.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In
Big Bear Lake we met a man on a shopping mall parking lot who
spontaneously gave us 2 one gallon water bottles. He was smiling and
obviously inspired by our journey. </span></span></span>
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<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Having
found a Starbucks inside a shopping mall, where we could use the
internet, we camped behind a bank on the edge of a trickling stream
running at the back of the shopping mall. Obviously it was an area
where bums had slept and trash was everywhere. But there was grass,
we were out of sight of the mall and Pascal could easily check on us.
The stream water seemed clear but we waited for Pascal to collect it
in our pan before drinking.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Question:
what does it take to pay attention to someone who outside of our
universe is living another way? What does it take for us to get out
of our bubble and enter into contact? What does it take to offer a
young person on the street who obviously has not eaten all day to
invite him or her to your house and offer them a shower, a meal, a
place to sleep safely for one night?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
is probably one of the reasons for this trip. I tried several times
to propose this to my family, but always got a refusal from my
companion. Just like my grandmother had the tradition of setting the
table with an extra plate … in case a stranger would knock at the
door; I would like to live with an open door to a person in need. On
this trip I keep meeting hikers that have little or nothing (question
of weight) and offering them a cup of hot chocolate, a coffee, …
sometimes a meal, makes life and the exchanges we have much more
rewarding for both of us.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
love to invite my friends to stay at our country house for more than
a day because in this way we get to spend “living time” together,
and real exchanges come from taking a walk, sharing a meal, spending
time listening to music, chatting around a fire … much more than
the social thing of “having someone over for diner”. Too short,
just time to exchange news, but the real stuff of life only comes
when we let silences speak between us, when we have the time to let
emotions, trust, … and “find the time” to say what matters.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If
everyone would decide to invite a stranger home just 4 times a year,
there would be a lot less of “lost” persons in our society. And
what a lesson for our children ...</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
the parking lot we met Quervo, a man that has lived these 20 last
years with his 2 mules on the road. Interesting fellow of the age of
Pascal who to evade the draft of the 60s went to live in south
america and has since lived much of the time off the grid. Having
lived “outside” the system he obviously becomes the target of the
“authorities” who treat or should I say mistreat him as much as
possible. He camped for example where we are and got 10 cop cars to
harass him, charge him with concealed weapons for having a knife in a
sheath and dealt with roughly with handcuffs and intimidations even
though he had in appearance done “nothing”. Probably some “honest
citizen” had seen him in the shopping mall lot talking to people
with his mules, he often asks for donations as people take pictures
of his picturesque life style, and denounced him to the local police.
First of all Pascal & us “look” more integrated, but most of
all if the local police had questioned Pascal or tried to search in
our things as they did for Quervo, Pascal would have had the tone,
the words, the attitude, the legal speech reflexes which would have
immediately made the maverick policemen weary of legal retaliation.
Police abuse is easy on non integrated persons, but becomes a real
problem when the person knows the social codes to get back at them.
Unfair? This is the price we pay for those who want to live outside
the “grid” as would say Fabrice, Pascal's brother.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By
paying the price of social integration, you also get the “freedom”
to live according to your own standards as long as you either respect
or know how to manage infringement of the social codes. The cost is
high, but it's the price of our society as determined by the
“conservative” components of our social group. Here in America,
there is a lot of freedom but just as much control by the watch dogs
the society puts in place to “protect” the group. In Europe we
have more stringent codes but with more consistency and the ability
for the “rich”, the ones who know the rules, to get around most
of them. Regulating a social group is a complex issue. I am convinced
that in our electronic world, where change is immediate, permanent
and pervasive, we need to review the fundamentals and re-think the
whole systemic organization. Primarily to simplify things so people
can understand and have the ability to “know” what the “right”
behaviour and liberties are, but mostly to be able to enforce equally
for all the needed rules & regulations. At the same time the
balance of power needs to be re-thought, we are too often in a
bipolar situation where when one fails the other takes liberties that
are uncontrollable. A stool cannot stand on 2 legs, our systems need
to have 3 legs to stand on so that should one fail, the other 2 are
obliged to collaborate to restore equilibrium by helping the third …
leg. This applies to all levels of activity, including our
institutional organizations. Autocracy, our present governing
systems, only can exist in bi-polar situations. Democracy is founded
on the principles of an equality which can only be achieved by
creating a level playing field, in other words a plane … geometric
analogy which requires 3 resting points.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
we were left in our “ditch” and Pascal went out with Quervo to
eat a huge salad and a huge pizza , which they shared with a bottle
of wine, at the local italian style joint. They really are the pair
the two of them, the outsider and the insider with fundamentally
similar values. Quervo's mules are attached in front of the
restaurant on the parking lot and Quervo regularly goes to speak to
the persons who take pictures and want to pet the mules … that's
how he made $15 during lunch which allowed him to buy groceries later
that night. As Quervo would put it, if Walt Disney can charge for
being “picturesque” why shouldn't I?</span></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLE9YdVX0eARCof_0GHxOYo_TjILJtzZ-x529SGK4rRZGhjs3cs-u7myzGphyphenhyphenpKMYrkRAqzsXW1IYTVHZwf_FkKXNcOcyIPGkCpF9DB5aRdiogkDltrRDxiiN0Xcfbpo304iYy4d-g3ag/s1600/Daisy+feeds+in+burn+forest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLE9YdVX0eARCof_0GHxOYo_TjILJtzZ-x529SGK4rRZGhjs3cs-u7myzGphyphenhyphenpKMYrkRAqzsXW1IYTVHZwf_FkKXNcOcyIPGkCpF9DB5aRdiogkDltrRDxiiN0Xcfbpo304iYy4d-g3ag/s320/Daisy+feeds+in+burn+forest.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
Pascal that afternoon did a lot of calling, organizing and
communication stuff like the blog posting, but it does not look like
we have a ride to Kennedy Meadows … as yet. The good news is that
Stevie Love, friends of Nat's, are looking forward to having us pass
by and they have 10 acres to feed us … It's a 100 miles away but we
could be there in 10 days or less. It would be a good place to be
picked up to be transferred to the Sierras. Really the grass here is
scarce and bitter. I cannot wait to know the luscious grasses of the
high country. We are getting thinner even if much stronger. Pascal
did not put my Renegade Hoof Boots on today and I did 10+ miles on
pavement for more than half without any problem. Unhappily the hours
did not allow calls to France … next time since we are all eager to
go and get out of this filthy gully.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So
up at dawn, on the pavement by 6:30 with the sun barely coming over
the hills and around the lake shore on pavements where the morning
joggers with cups of coffee in their hands come across us. I am
getting really good on wooden bridges even if I still do not like
those iron plates in the sidewalks. 14 miles later, mile 285 on the
PCT, we finally stop at a small creek at noon where we will camp
tonight. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We walked with the mules behind us and did remarkable time
as they stimulated us to walk fast. We even jumped downed trees that
the mules had a hard time with and they don't have what we have on
their backs! Quervo joined us at the lakeshore and we got to listen
to the local Big Bear radio playing good music as we climbed the hill
and then went down again to the river. Leaving Big Bear it's
wonderfully wooded, but after reaching the top then we enter zones
where forest fires have decimated the landscape. Huge dead trees
everywhere and some of course fallen across our path, just to hamper
us no doubt. We even crossed a long muddy section and I did not even
hesitate … but that's not all! Pascal took us to the stream and put
our drinking pan in the stream with water flowing into it. Jimmy got
the idea and started to drink directly for the FIRST time from the
stream. So of course I had to do better, I walked of my own volition
directly into the stream and drank while my hoofs were in the water!
Am I not the best donkey in the world?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
after lunch Pascal & Quervo in his hammock had a nap while we
munched on nice grass growing on the hillside. The mules are there
but they are not really a bother even if I do keep an eye on them.
One of them even stole all the oats Quervo was carrying, after all it
was for the mules but his smart young one did not even share. Cannot
expect much out of hybrid animals like mules.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Watercress
growing in the stream for salad tonight for the humans, us we'll just
have to do with the standard fare, and I believe Pascal is preparing
tomorrow's schedule so I'll have to get a good night's sleep.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Off
we went, and that at a good pace, so fast that Quervo wanted to know
what was driving us. Well of course having his mules in our back
helped a bit, but as we distanced him, it was more feeling rested,
well fed and wanting to get our day's walk done so we could once
again enjoy the day. The difference between Pascal & Quervo is
that Pascal is “driven” by a number of things. One is that he
wants to get to Oregon before winter, but more important he is
seeking through this journey, this routine of living another
dimension of himself. So there is a drive, a want, a seeking … that
Quervo has abandoned along the route and for reasons known to himself
chosen to let life lead him wherever it does. So making 10 miles or 5
or none is of no consequence to him.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Indeed he is enjoying the
moment, but it seems without purpose. Do we need purpose in life?
That is an interesting question. Why not just live it as it comes …
here I'm playing the devil's advocate but the question deserves
reflection. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile
at half day Quervo took the direction of lake Arrowhead on a dirt
road while we kept to the PCT. In the end we did some 14 miles and
arrived at the Deep creek where a bridge, a very modern looking thing
crosses the stream while we went below and spent the rest of the day.
A beautiful place with a large bathing pool and grass. We were tired
and slept but after accepted to cross the stream to the sand bank
where we found grass a plenty. I wonder what the weekenders will
think to see their nice sandy beach with our poop … and the grass
shorn to nothing. Apparently on the weekend there can be nearly a
hundred persons here said the ranger we talked to who was picking up
the trash. REALLY we ought to EDUCATE humans:</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">1/
pack OUT everything you bring unless you drink or eat it</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">2/
mainly women, remember that that toilet paper you wipe you tooshy
with is going to stay here in this dry climate (and even in wet
climates) for more than several years. So PACK IT OUT. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
spent an hour picking up trash around and before leaving brought it
out to the parking lot above where the rangers pick up the trash. By
the way, I noticed that Pascal each morning when he wakes and must
have his bowl movement always buries it deep, never uses paper, in
fact he uses whatever is around, vegetation or dirt, then just like
the north africans he washes his ass so he avoids irritations …
ecologically sane.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Quervo
for some reason ended up in the parking lot and had people giving him
their lunch. Pascal talked with a nice family with a 5 year old
daughter (I guess) named Lea and a baby. The woman seemed quite at
ease in nature while the man, her new mate with whom she had the last
one, was uneasy and quite uptight. Pascal learned he was without a
job, unable to land a sales job in the medical industry in which he
had serious references, so he is creating his own sales organization.
Pascal encouraged him and told him that being an entrepreneur, you
have to BELIEVE that it will happen, DO what is required EVERYDAY,
and that in the end things DO work out. Despite bankers and the
sharks around small businesses trying to skim the cream, YOU can make
it if you persevere. It's a hard road … but Pascal did it for more
than 10 years so he has the understanding of it. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By
the way, I just walked through Pascal's camp as I rejoined Jimmy who
went around the water's edge, and almost squished his rum bottle.
There he is typing away my thoughts drinking rum and smoking his pipe
… what a disaster! His pipe he had to re-glue with super glue as he
broke it in his pocket.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
lent Quervo his spare eye glasses, but before leaving he recuperated
them. Quervo was upset thinking they were a “long term loan” …
but Pascal knows that if he did not recuperate them then, he might
never see them again. This is a reality check. For those who have
nothing, a loan is a gift … which can be returned but with little
consequences if not. For Pascal, having a spare pair is essential and
must be preserved. It is linked to a notion of freedom to live your
own life. So they parted this morning and who knows if they shall
hook up again. Basically, Quervo is going to town to buy supplies
with his monthly welfare or whatever indemnity revenue while Pascal
is pursuing with us the PCT. Interesting how on many aspects they
have the same values but fundamentally have a different DRIVE which
makes their lives worthwhile. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
crossed PCT trail maintenance crews, apparently they are paid a miser
but like the opportunity to be in the wilds and doing a useful job.
Young men and women who after graduating for the most part take a
summer to discover the backcountry of the PCT while working on the
trail in a secure environment. Seem like really nice people, it would
be nice to spend an evening with them. Unknowingly we settled half a
mile from the hot spring where they were camping as it was identified
by Pascal as a nice grassy place next to Deep Creek stream, but they
were leaving for their 10 days work 4 days off respite. Another time.
Of course we got hugs and pictures and admiration … as always.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By
the way, I'm walking without my hoof boots 2 days in a row and now
only one day every three days. I feel like my feet are hardening to
the trail and though I still do not like the broken up rocks that
hurt my 'frogs', they are hardening like Jimmy's and soon I hope to
be free from this assisted walking thing.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today,
Pascal went to the hot springs leaving us attached on hobbles and
came back like a lobster. He couldn't even wear a T-shirt so he waked
back naked. He was scoured like I've not seen him for a long time,
but red was the predominant colour, especially his ass. I guess he
got caught up by the sun while laying in the hot springs. He found a
crowd of young folks that were drinking beer, smoking dope and
generally talking their mouths off in language that coming from young
women about dicks and such seemed really superficial, incoherent and
not conveying any real sense. Lost people that think they are living
because they are getting drunk and high … what will that make as a
society is anyone's guess. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Other
older men, mostly naked seemed to enjoy talking in the shade,
possibly their thing is more at the fall of night should young women
show up. A few tender couples were camping and making good smelling
food. Anyhow he left us for at least 4 hours, time to get truly
tangled up. So when he came back and let us free we ate up a storm.
I'm sure tomorrow he'll drive us hard again. Today, as an innovation,
and listening to Guerda about the notion of a breakaway line in case
of problem on the trail, he let Jimmy without a lead rope and my
brother just followed us like a champ. Even crossed a bridge, jumped
a log, and always just behind me. What a champ!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
the crickets are out, the day is dwindling and Pascal I can tell is
already tired (even if he does nothing!) so I'll just go quiet until
we get to our next stop, a lake with a trailer park in a village
called Cottonwood … hopefully we can post this on Monday. </span></span></span>
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<div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In
fact I sent Pascal to McDonald's at Cajon Pass and he's posted it!
After a 20 mile day, not bad...</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">More
later, this Cajon pass area is on the San Adreas Fault, a chaotic
country landscape … and I have to sleep near the freeway!</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">PS. Still no one confirmed to take us up to the sierras! hopefully, Thursday when we arrive at Juniper Hills at the Love's house, a word will be there to tell us we have a ride ... </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-2345760237667528382013-05-29T23:05:00.000-07:002013-05-29T23:32:55.143-07:00Up to Big Bear Lake<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ziggy
is ill with a chest type cold, but she and Bear greeted us as they
were going to see the doctor for Ziggy. We had just crossed this
valley of sand leading to highway 10 and the railroad where trains
continuously pass loaded with 2 story high wagons of containers. The
power lines are singing a terrible continuous energy buzz that would
turn us insane if we lived under them. A sign said that if we saw a
helicopter we should not proceed as apparently I learned later they
lay power lines with helicopters. So we made it! Mile 210 and we are
now camped above the Bear's laird.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They
apparently bought the house just because it's near the PCT trail. As
you walk in the yard you see that all is set up to welcome hikers
which they do from early March to late June. We are the 703<sup>rd</sup>
hikers this year, each hiker that makes the 100 mark (1, 2, 300 etc)
gets a free meal, free resupplies … the gift that Bear & Ziggy
would love to provide to all but finances won't allow. You should
have seen the look of the hiker 700, he just could not believe it. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
came back from the shower looking once again like a white man. His
clothes washed smelled good and he brought us water as we camp just
above the house near this lone tree providing poor shade. Nothing to
eat but tiny dry grass. Bear took Pascal to town and he came back
with 4 sports bags to replace the two panniers totally ripped he had
initially made. Apparently he plans to put these on my back as a
replacement. What was good is he bought two sacks of carrots and
filled two big sacs of corn husks that people rip off the corn at the
store. He even bought two corns and gave them to us … miam! We love
it. Small compensation for the way he makes us work and live on this
dry windy, oh so windy hill. The wind is so strong, no wonder they
have windmill farms everywhere,thousands of them and that Pascal's
green tent gets flattened by the gusts. Here at highway 10 the ocean
wind channels itself prior to reaching the desert. Sometimes the
reverse is true. There is never any respite from the wind. A reason
for us leaving finally the next day after Pascal went out to lunch
with Harriet and the heat passed.</span></span></span></div>
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trail leads up a gully where there is an old windmill farm on the
hill. The sound of the propellers is like a continuous moan of people
you would be slowly torturing. It's the bearings and the sound of the
wind on the propellers, but in a horror movie it would be just the
right sound track for HELL. The trail is steep and suddenly we are
over the pass into a new set of gullies and round mountain sides that
seem endless. We did 8 miles and arrived in Whitewater, a very large
stream bed of rocks with a good flow of water. There at the fall of
night we camped with Emily joining us for the night. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next
morning at the break of day Pascal got up and started preparing. Not
yet used to the sports bags he fixed them poorly and I got a skin
burn from rubbing on my front leg. He really should be more careful.
The trail for the next 10 miles went over hill and dale as they say,
mostly raw desert mountain stuff without any food and no shade.
Finally we arrived at the Mission stream and there we were able to
drink and rest. Pascal went bathing in the stream using our water
bucket to create himself a shower. It's so hot that his rinsed out
tee shirt was dry in just a few minutes. We are waiting for 4pm to
apparently do another 7 miles … I can understand wanting to get to
higher grounds where there might be grass, but really do we have to
carry his stuff?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
the 7 became a 20 mile day! Somehow the maps he has do not concur on
the distance and especially not with the GPS he is carrying. Anyhow,
we finally did stop and Dude joined us. A nice guy working out health
and living style issues in his 50s. Very courteous and a gentle soul.
I like him. He even went out to hunt for water so we could have a
drink. I'm tired of this country where we cannot drink when we want. </span></span></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jimmy smiles as he lays to rest</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
up the hills we've gone and are now at the door of Big Bear.
Apparently Pascal in 1980 conducted the first Minitel experience full
blown in Big Bear for the Intelcom 80 telecommunications exposition
in Los Angeles. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">A big event that almost changed America. ATT wanted
to equip all US homes with a minitel. Of course the French
manufacturers were too greedy and wanted to manufacture the equipment
instead of the ATT industries on licence. So the whole thing went
down the drain, mostly because when an American says something, he'll
stand by it in writing, while the French have this cultural habit of
testing everything out in words and THEN writing what they believe
was worked out in the conversation. A very different approach to
business and one that creates clashes while both parties are “honest”
in their behaviour.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today
and yesterday we did 12 and 10 miles respectively, Jimmy lays
completely down and I'm concerned he might be over exhausted. I'll
have to watch him and make sure that BRUTE Pascal understands. We are
willing to walk but not kill ourselves carrying all his luxury!
Imagine that, he cooks each night, makes himself hot chocolates and
coffee with his thermos whenever he feels like it … and eats
candies without sharing! He was nice today, leaning over his stick
like a real sheep herder, waiting while we ate some scrumptious grass
he found in a hollow. </span></span></span>
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he will try to organize in Big Bear both our stay with Bruce and
Stevie, the Love family who live beyond Cahon pass, only10 days
from here; and our transfer to Walker Pass or evenKennedy Meadows.
Hope it works out, I'm tired of this dry woodsy or deserted country
where a donkey can't find a decent meal. No wonder I'm loosing weight
as well as Jimmy. Nothing serious, possibly just a change into
muscles, but still, 2 more notches in the belly strap is not nothing!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
daily walk in these hills is like walking in an art gallery. Nature
has a way of transforming with it's “ageing” principle and events
such as storm, thunder tearing bark off trees, mummifying sun and
rain, so that at each turn there is another wonder to look at.
Yesterday we crossed a marble mountainside, white and with veins that
would do well in a bathroom. Here it's just a remarkable path called
the PCT. The 10 plus miles we do each day enable us to change several
times environments, between gullies, flat tops, sheer mountain ridges
with vistas over the desert or climbing into the century old trees.
It's something else than the 7 acres I was raised in …</span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-14224935151372131572013-05-25T09:49:00.000-07:002013-05-25T09:49:37.559-07:00<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Leaving
Paradise café (see their blog) we did a picture session where once
again I was the star. People like to have their pictures taken with
me … Jimmy & Pascal are sometimes included but of course when
it comes to single pictures with someone, it's with me. We had to
retrace a mile to reach the PCT and then we meandered up the mountain
to reach areas of big rocks where it was quite difficult to climb
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Lots of rubbing,
impressive steps, almost mountain climbing … but we made it through
and marvelled at the changing landscape. Trees are a new thing for
us, I'd never seen such big things. We are also crossing meadows
where the grass looks luscious … of course Pascal won't stop for us
to taste it. I think he is still with the people at Paradise café in
his mind, he would have gladly taken Dia for a ride I think. A
delicious generous person with a smile to boot … She even kissed
him goodbye and I think he regretted not really kissing her back. I
sense he is in a strange melancholy feeling the need to share and
missing a female companion while quite happy to be alone and really
enjoying his time with us.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
after 5 miles we finally camped in a nice spot where there was grass
and a great dust bowl where Jimmy & I rolled with joy. We managed
to roll just in front of his tent and put dust all over the place! He
hollered but seemed happy to see us enjoy it so much. I tasted dead
tree cuts and must say that oak brambles are really tasty. We are
starting to experience quite a few new plants and I especially like
the stiff grass bunches that grow along the path … when Pascal will
let me taste them. There were quite a few at camp and they are now
all shaved down as I insured that none was left to stand. In the
morning we went in turns to greet Pascal when he woke up and as he
sat in the tent we hugged and licked him to thank him for this camp
where we ate most of the night. When we left there was so much poop
around you'd think there was a whole herd of donkeys around.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
morning we did 8 miles all up hill to get to cedar springs which is
one mile off the trail but with good water, shade and BIG trees.
Lovely spot for lunch even is the grass is a bit rare. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
was watching as a humming bird came to say hello to Pascal after
lunch. He hovered for quite a while, almost as if having a
conversation. They do that you know. Curious little birds who make a
lot of noise with their wings as they stand still in the air. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jimmy
has a sore where the bag rubs agains him, so Pascal has decided to
exchange the saddle panniers to load the heavy stuff in my bags on
Jimmy and the light stuff in the big bags for me. Hopefully he can
tie them so they are not too low for me. I'm not sure I look as
pretty with these. As we leave this hollow, we are going to test
carrying a full load of water as our next water source is 16 miles
away. Then we have another 10 miles to water and get to the top of
the mountain where we'll have to go 20 miles from water to water …
The Yacinto Mountain is a really tough spot.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal
has decided that he is going to call on the network of people who
take horses on trails and ask if someone can help us by transporting
us from Cahon Pass to Kennedy meadows or just before. This way we can
avoid the hot desert, stop at a major grocery store on the way to
re-supply and be at the foothills of the sierras early June. He hopes
someone in the Cahon area can meet us one morning and load us so we
get there mid day. It'll take the person a day but Pascal will of
course pay for the expenses (gas, food …). It would REALLY help us.
He thinks we can be there around the 8<sup>th</sup> of June weekend …
but that will have to be worked out with the person and depend on how
we progress. He has run out of phone credit and has to buy some, but
the best way to communicate is by Email. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well
for tough … it IS tough. Uphill all the time and you go around,
down then up much more, then a few seconds of flat and there you go
up again. Yesterday we did 9 miles and camped on the edge of the
trail where there was a little grass. Good thing because right after
the trail went down and no grass for miles. Today we did 14 miles!
And over 2500 ft of climbing. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We left at 6:30 and got there at 12:30
so in 6 hours we did them. We met ranger maintenance crew, young,
full of energy and doing outdoors work they obviously like. Pascal
thanked them for the work enabling us to use the trail. The head of
the team, a woman of great class in her late 20s, Pascal had already
met at Warner Springs. She mentioned that there was a boulder in the
middle of the trail. Well I tell you! She did not mention the tree
that lays on the trail and is nearly as high lying down than the
height of my legs. How do you want a poor donkey, loaded with a full
load (Pascal is validating that the limp episode is over) to wiggle,
I really say WIGGLE, because that's what I had to do! Poor Jimmy was
almost dragged over. Then when we got to the rock, oh I wish Pascal
had taken a picture, imagine a slanted rock, barring the full passage
with the near edge as high as my knees and the far edge at the level
of my nose. NO, I was NOT going to risk this seeing that if I
slipped, one side was a rock wall and the other a VERY VERY steep
down hill. All that in a bend of the trail. I think I saw my last
moments arrive. I backed out. Pascal however was on the rock (looking
like a surfer) and managed to get the lead rope stuck so that I could
NOT pull back. I looked at the thing under all it's angles, but I
knew Pascal would not give up, I had tried this at the streams. If he
did the rope thing I was sure to be hung by the head over the
hillside. No, I had to find a way. WELL I DID! I decided that no one
understands how far a donkey can leap. I leaped right over the rock
taking Pascal by surprise. He almost fell over the side. Of course I
did not land easily and had to catch myself on my knees, but that
worked. My back feet had to follow of course, scraping on the way,
but I got up and pulled my brother over it. I was scared but proud.
Hey let's see you with a 60lbs pack take that big a leap! Pascal was
VERY happy and hugged both of us. I think he wasn't sure I'd go
across. But that was not all, oh no! We kept going up hill, and up
hill. Of course we donkeys don't mind going up, and we like to do it
fast so it's done with. So Pascal has to half run up the hills to
keep up with us. I know we should slow down, but that's our revenge …
and it's easier. Well Pascal after 7 miles of this was tiring like
the rest of us. But we're half his age and we don't smoke! So he was
struggling more and more and at one point I got worried, he finally
did pause because he could sense his heart beating much too hard. I
think the rapid gain in altitude did not help. 3000 feet up in less
than 2 days is a lot. This San Jacinto mountain, if it does not kill
us, we will be able to say we are getting in shape. Once on top of
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
watch Pascal as I munch on this rough basket weaving quality grass,
the only one up here surprisingly, and see him put around his camp
seeming quite busy. Between the salt and water supplies for us, his
diner, repairing his sandals and hiking boots with a leaking tube of
epoxy (Araldite) and inspecting the surroundings … now of course he
is typing in his tent. No lost moments as he fills his time with
living, appreciating, reflecting on the past, on the nature of his
relationships, … at his needs and his desires, questioning the WHY
of his being. I think he is quite happy for the time being. His
meditations are needed at this time, times will change and so will
situations. What I'm really happy is that we seem to make a good 3
being team. Oh did I tell you that today he took the wrong trail, I
found myself facing a low hanging tree, Jimmy kept going as he is
wont to do, and then the two of us fell down and rolled down the hill
… thank goodness the undergrowth was luscious and soft. Jimmy got
unattached from me which allowed him to stand on the switchback
below, but I was so tangled that Pascal literally pulled me downslope
which allowed me to free my legs and get up on the trail. No one, nor
any equipment seemed to be hurt, possibly Pascal's backpack got it's
outside pouch ripped. Then we went off … in the wrong direction,
happily a hiker came up immediately and we turned around … Pascal
had really been upset … with reason.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
Taquiz valley here is really quite a marvel, I think we're going to
stay the day and only leave in the evening to do 6 miles. Nice to
rest after yesterday while still going a bit forward. A deer came to
visit on the other side of the stream this morning. Pascal did some
repairs, and fixed a hot supper. He does that regularly on his funny
tube stove. But it works really well and he can make fires safely
almost anywhere. It burns practically everything, here it's pine
cones as they have the advantage of not cracking and sending sparks
like the wood does. He has ideas for improving the model but is quite
satisfied with his invention. Finally today we did 8 miles and camped
on the side of a stream tumbling down the mountain. He put us up a
little below where there was some grass … not the kind I
particularly like but we did manage to eat. He camped right by the
stream on a flat rock and heard the sound of tumbling water all
night. A couple of hikers passed by but aside from taking MY picture,
they passed on despite the invitation by Pascal to stay. Interesting
this trail where people are really on their own journey. A few manage
to make groups that travel at the same pace, but mostly people are
meditating about their lives, the meaning of it all. Some like the
woman who backtracked at 11pm, complaining about altitude sickness,
turn back and you then wonder if they'll start up again or someday …
or never. Human drama at it's best, no need to look at prime time
comedy.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
full moon is rising over the mountain which is the only thing bathing
in the last rays of sun. We are eating dirt for minerals, brambles
for stamina, grasses for energy, bark, wood chips, … adapting to
whatever is edible. We like to scratch the earth, soften a spot and
then roll in the dust making a cloud. Only once did Pascal put his
camp downwind … I don't think he'll do it again.</span></span></span></div>
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it was downhill, I mean really downhill with a 4000ft drop in
elevation over 15 miles. I had to put a stop to it, Pascal was
thinking of going on 20 miles to reach a water faucet at the edge of
the desert crossing. But we had had it! Imagine, I crossed 5 streams
and even with getting my feet wet, I jumped over a rock, a tree,
another tree, and we went around a half dozen trees that barred the
trail. Even once I could not make it up the hill and Pascal had to
unpack me and carry all the stuff up the hill himself. Yes we are ALL
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There is a lot of trail maintenance to do
between 172 and 198, sometimes the ways hikers have taken are more
evident than the PCT, or you can't see the PCT so you take the
by-pass. And I won't mention how I pushed all day trough the bushes
to help maintain the trail (but destroyed the bags, panniers if you
prefer!). We are going back to the desert so there is only dry grass
and dirt and brambles here. The tiny surface grass is really
delicious, but it takes hours to collect enough of it for a meal! Our
pooh smells different than it used to and the colour of it is much
darker. Interesting how we adapt to our environment. At last the wind
seems to have died down after sunset. It has been stressing to be in
the wind always for the last 50 miles. No wonder we see so many
windmills, full fields of them down in the valley below. You'd think
we were at the Grand Canyon considering the drop and the Big Bear
mountain range on the other side of this valley with highway 10
crossing it. A narrow valley that links the ocean coast with the
desert. Having to squeeze either wind makes for continuous strong
winds. Yesterday at 2800 meters (I'm international, so you'd better
get used to metrics) some 8000 ft for the ignorants, it was cold, but
here at 1500 meters it is still cold. The desert influence I suppose.
We go to bed with the light and get up the same, a rhythm that
changes your way of being … alone or with others. Pascal just got
up to pee before crawling in his bag, you should have seen him, a
real wooden stick creature, stiff from the day's descent!</span></span></span><br />
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Alright! It's been a while … and you
ain’t heard yet!</div>
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So we head off, I'm still sore, and go
into this grassland resembling the far west of our favourite
westerns. .. <br />
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I must have seen oak trees that were born before the
first white man set foot on this continent. Majestic, imposing, they
have made clear of anything around and they look down at us wondering
if we're worth it. Of course we're worth it, I'm a donkey after all!</div>
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Well this heard of horses came rushing
at us as soon as we set out. Pascal was quite nervous trying to
impose himself with his voice and shooing the horses away. I must
say, last time he got half his hand torn off so he has reason to be
worried. Until they stopped getting closer Jimmy & I weren’t
sure what was going to happen. I almost stepped over Pascal while not
paying attention. I must say he stumbled and fell and we were on
another set of concerns. But eventually the horses ran away and we
carried on, just a bit more nervous but walking a good pace.</div>
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Then we started up the mountain, hills
I know, but <u>you</u> carry all that material up and you'll say
they're mountains too. On the way we crossed a creek. I wasn't going
to make a fuss of that one. Besides he walked right over it and as I
was following I didn't realize it was a creek until I had half the
body over it. Anyhow, this crazy creek, nice shade, kept crossing the
path. Once ok, twice alright but the third time Pascal did not see
the crossing right away and I was NOT going to let him pass that by
me. Well he told me I had to, he showed the right set of escalation,
voice, gesture, slap on the behind … so as I was not moving he got
out his rope, made it so I could only face the stream, and each time
I let go to see closer, he took up the slack, never pulling but no
slack. All right, I knew I'd had it, so I crossed and Jimmy jumped.
Then he had to pack all that useless rope. He was a bit flustered so
I managed to cross the next 5 or was it 3? anyhow all without fuss
and even stepping right into the stream water. Ya, I know, I'm too
good to him.<br />
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But he kept going even though after 5
miles we found a real cozy spot with grass where hikers were still
enjoying the morning. No he had set his mind on an end point and he
was going to get there wether we liked it or not. Well, I accentuated
my limping, really, I think my tendons in my legs are sore and it's
ok if I warm them up for a while, but after that they just act up.
I'm trying to tell him but he'll hear none of it. I was ok for about
7 miles, but after that I started slowing down and stumbled once in a
while. He's wondering if I'm putting on an act, but really I am
stumbling.
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Well finally we did get to his dirty
water spot and had to go back to the trail to find grass and a flat
spot for the tent. Slowly hikers came in and though a few did go on,
we finally built up a motley group of quite fascinating people. It's
nice to see what “atmosphere” each hiker carries with him or her.
I find the guys in no too macho mind sets and gals not girls at all
while remaining women. Nice to share a large pot of noodles with
indian vegetable curry as a spice. He'd made lots so each of the 5
there at eating time got a bowl. Then he made hot chocolate as the
night came on and between the guitar, the talk, … the silence of
the night, feelings had time to mature into a comradeship. As usual,
they all went to bed early and finally we poor donkeys got a chance
to sleep.
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Next morning he served the coffee he'd
made and kept hot in his thermos all night. Each as they woke up had
his cup right out of his sleeping bag. They appreciated. Then, each
one having packed up said goodbye and left. Pascal who had been
gathering things, was getting us loaded as the last ones left. I
showed him I was stumbling but he loaded us anyhow, it's true he
unloaded me of more than half my load and put it on Jimmy. Off we
went, again up the hill (which I prefer due to my leg) and mile after
mile. Half way up the hill, I don't remember if it's Jimmy or a bush,
but I managed to get my packsaddle askew and sliding over my side. It
scared me and I just wanted to get away, but Pascal stopped me on
this steep hillside and attached me to a bush. Then patiently he
unharnessed me and re harnessed me, making sure the light panniers
were of equal weight. I just waited facing the hill. For once, Jimmy
did not try to pass by me as he likes to try when I stop. Here it was
really too steep. Then he went on and on and on and on and … well
you get the idea. On the 5<sup>th</sup> mile there is a downhill and
after going down I just wanted to stop. I stopped in the shade and
made it clear it was time to stop. He allowed a couple of minutes
while he took a drink, but then, always in a hurry, he forced me to
go on. We tried to repeat this 2 or 3 times but no way, he had to get
to Mike Herrera's place where he knew there was water. It's true as
we near 11am the heat is starting to make us thirsty.<br />
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but we did finally make it. Once there and unloaded he put on our
foot bracelets but did not tie us down. So we have this hill above
the house to wander in, with bushes, secluded spaces and lots of
grass. Pascal of course, instead of saying how useful we are in
keeping lawns trim, just said we were good in case of fire hazard …
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I must say, he did put water for us
before taking a drink and saying hello to the “permanent”
volunteers and the camp host Kushy. Some through hikers, stop here
and in exchange of food and lodgings help get things done around the
camp. I call it a camp since there is a main house, a sitting room
garage and people in trailers and barns. Well usually, because since
we've arrived we are only 7 or 8 around. The camp host and his
“staff” serve breakfast & diner to hikers with the hope that
they'll leave enough money to feed the next lot. Pascal leaves $10 a
day just for toilets, water, stove use and a place to stay. But
finally he gets also invited to eat what there is and he contributes
by feeding people with his food as well. He made apparently crazy
cookies, real mess ups, but the hikers loved them. Today after a good
night's sleep he repaired Jimmy's panniers which were tearing on the
inside this time, and then he started some bread. Apparently they're
going to turn them into Calzone's with folded into them chorizo. A
little onion soup to give flavour and that should become the evening
meal.<br />
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Well, the host decided on another route, tacos with the chorizo …
oily but good so the bread got cooked as such and if a little dense,
it was all eaten without even giving us a piece?</div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Alone</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">What does it mean
to be alone? To be silent with the universe, to be isolated from the
bumps of the presence of others? What can you hear, feel, experience
when you are alone? The vibrations of the universe become audible and
you sense life in the wind on the flaps of your tent. Alone, is with
yourself, so the world is here, now, present and intense. There is no
complaining, no failing to see, since you are the only one that is
here and now. How can you hide from something when you're alone? You
can always see yourself coming, playing the game … or not … Alone
with your consciousness, so what you live is what you are. Whether
you like it or not, you are what you are … and have to live with
it. But who am I after all? What have I become? What's going to make
me like myself better? For I do love myself, after all only when you
can love yourself can you start loving others. Otherwise you're in
competition with the others always “better” than you. You enter
the circle of endless discontent chasing after yourself. </span>
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<span style="color: purple;">People are like swarms of fish, you never can
anticipate where they are going, but they go where survival leads
them. And though we are each convinced of our total independence, we
miraculously transform mass expression into liberty. So when I'm
alone, like my indian friend once told me, there are two rooms to my
house, in my teepee where I'm intimate, and outside where all my
friends are. On this trip, I'm inside my teepee … and that is where
the world is.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #355e00;">With</span></div>
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<span style="color: #355e00;">What do we mean when we say we are “WITH”
…? With someone, with something, with … a friend, a lover …
there are many ways to be with. With myself is again another
dimension, like the 3<sup>rd</sup> dimension of space it opens many
facets to the same crustal. The crustal that is actually a thing that
obeys the rules of physics, thus an entity. Focus of: a thought, a
concept, a feeling … , it is the Eureka of creating something out
of being WITH. With my love we dream our lives. Each one in his own
dream while being totally together That! Is making love. <br />With my
creation I live the here and now. <br />I write as the sun goes down,
here I am warm and alive … WITH my-self.</span></div>
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Ah! this morning my leg is feeling
better. I still hobble and keep the weight off of it when standing,
but I'm moving around and getting places. Maybe tomorrow I can walk
almost normally. At this rate in 3 or 4 days I'll be walking and
possibly take walks a couple of days before finally taking the trail
again.
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You can tell it is NOT AT ALL the way
Pascal had imagined our first 400 miles … but he is just as
dependent on us as we are on him … well almost. The events of the
trail is what dictates what happens. So he gets up perky and after
checking me out, he fills the days with visits to us, helping out in
the kitchen, but not really taking on projects. He negotiated a price
per day so that he did not have to feel obliged. Nor does he eat
unless asked. For that he is autonomous. He baked cookies & bread
but neither were to be glamorous about. It wasn't bad and got eaten,
did not conform to the “standards” of either cookie or bread
making. You just have to like whole grains consistent bread.
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Somehow, his birth date came up, I
think he jumped when someone said it was the 10<sup>th</sup>, and
then at the fall of day, all the people present came up the hill into
our pasture, the one we are kind enough to share with him, and in a
semicircle sang “happy birthday to you”. The cupcake, symbol of
the cake with icing and all! Was topped by a present of a medicinal
plant. 62 like 60 was feasted out of the heart like in the close
family, much more touching than pre-programmed events. In his world,
you must be getting old because now you can get a life long pass to
the national forests for only $10. At least the “getting old”
part is of interest. I say we got to make the young ones pay! After
all, sometimes they come without our really 'wanting' them, then they
eat the hell out of your refrigerator, and I'm not forgetting the
motherhood requests that the little one be able to climb, dance, play
chess, be kept during work … or play, paint, socialize, experience,
… and go with the others … of course. As for our leisures as a
couple, the children were always included ... So they can now pay for
our incapacity to manage our own world! Aren't kids there for that …
our grandparents were stupid enough to plant trees that only their
5<sup>th</sup> generation after would be able to harvest.
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He did do the laundry today, I wonder
what it feels like to change your skin each day. And how can he make
sure it fits? All these different pieces! Anyhow the day is hot with
a very nice breeze and the grass is good. Oh, by the way a wonderful
lady left us alfalfa and oats hay. The blond (I should say white …)
head decided we were to eat the grass for now and covered it up! I
sure hope it doesn't mould under there … I'd love to taste it. Well
he did share his apple with us, I could eat several before I'd get a
stomach ache. And this afternoon he even brought us a taste of Oats
Hay. Dry stuff but what a taste. Of course he is keeping it to
himself, we'll only get the left overs. You know, those Oats who lost
their heads full of delicious grain in the shake out.</div>
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A flow of hikers come in and out of
this place like water down a stream … in droplet of course! Some
get wet and stick around, others spend an hour and are on the trail
again. Driven by the phantasmagoria monster of “Thru Hikers”,
that mythical grail. Amazing how those humans can just get focussed
on something and then just put all they have into it. It sure gets
things done, wether they were useful, beneficial or plain worth
while, that here is not the issue. The issue is the ISSUE as one
might say. Words are interesting … No?<br />
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There he is again, eating his trail
mix, you know the big fruits that float on top of a fresh bag and
then for 3 days you have to “eat the rest”. Munching and trying
to type my thoughts as I much on fresh grass on top of my hill. He
keeps drinking coffee and munching while I'm doing all the creative
stuff. Humans are really fumy. It makes me want to roll on my back.
He took my hobble bracelet off this morning and freed us at dawn so
we feel quite free to go about. Even Jimmy was going to visit down at
the house but got brought back, just like when yesterday he tried to
follow hikers out onto the road. That's the only other issue up a
steep stair case made of agglomerated corn grinding wheels or cut
grinding stones.
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Well the guys left the gates open so
Jimmy insisted that we take a short walk. I keep telling him that my
leg is not good yet, he urged me on so I stumbled with him. Pascal
who had been looking at a very strange film about a guy loosing
immediate memory … finally came to get us and we walked back slowly
to camp. Each day I can use my leg a little more, after 3 days I can
now stand on it and though I'm still not walking, I can go about and
choose my food. Pascal gave us corn husks this morning and that was
REALLY good.
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The days pass by and I can tell he is
getting ancy to move on. If my leg is getting better, it's no where
near a hiker's leg and he can look at all the maps he wants, it isn't
going to work until he knows how many miles we can do without my
hobbling again. I figure after 5 days I should be able to start
walking normally again, but between that and being ready for the
trail … I just don't know. Then the question is how much is good
and at what point do I begin to degrade again? I guess we'll just
have to feel our way though it. Then a guy went out to the Paradise
Cafe and is going to bring back the hoof boots sent by a wonderful
woman. Will they help? Can it really improve my footing? Will they
fit first of all? I guess we'll try them on and see. Meanwhile here
the life is comfortable and friendly, just not our cup of tea since
our minds are more on the “trail”. Judy, the lady with the sore
knee ligaments who really needs a couple of weeks of full rest is
hobbling around and reconciling herself to the fact that she too is
not on the trail. The contrasts between visions of the world are
interesting since each brings with him on the trail his “life
context” with the fears, the anxieties, the illusions and the
dreams … a motley crew but each one living out his own spirit. We
are only together by circumstance, no choice nor do we necessarily
have much in common. The trail is the link, with it's physical
demands and the rich context that each one can make of it. Hikers
pass by focussed on “doing their miles”, others are just walking
and enjoying without letting themselves distracted from the journey.
We who are stopped for a while, wonder who is going to make it to the
end and who will abandon along the way. The Mohave desert crossing
will begin the selection process. I wonder if Pascal will choose (or
have the opportunity) to have us skip that part and have us trailered
to either 58 above Tehachapi or possibly to Walker Pass on 178 from
after Lake Arrowhead somewhere before or at Cahon Pass on the 15. He
looks at me and I can see the questions in his eyes. Will she be ok?
Can she take the trip? How soon can we start? How will she handle the
next 200 miles? Can we skip the Los Angeles forest and the Mohave
desert … or should we just consider that it's part of the trip and
just do it? What kind of meetings await us? Can we call the
Equestrian network and get someone to transport us to the foothills
of the Sierras? How will Daisy & Jimmy do in the high country far
from any support system? … Questions pile up in the heat of the day
but answers are dependent on one major unknown, how can I best
recover and can this recovery be a permanent one? I've even read in
his thoughts about the issue of what happens if I am not able to DO
the PCT ??? but that seems extravagant at this time.<br />
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Look at my sparkling shoes, …. just
sent them when he called and asked that I try them. A gesture of not
only corporate generosity, but a basic human reaction worth noting as
a gift. He had talked to his donkey specialist in France, Martine;
she told him to give me Bute as long as I was hobbling, an indication
of pain most likely she said … ignorant! I can TELL you it's pain …
at least in my head. Anyhow, these 00 fit me quite well, might even
be not too large, that I'll see in a day or two, once I get used to
them. A member of the community, my hero Gary, went the 24 miles
needed to get them! And since, with the combination of drug and
shoes, I'm almost, at times walking normally. If at the end of the
day it's still the same, then the boots will have changed the
situation. Not healed but … having progressed. At this time Pascal
is thinking we'll stay the week. A couple of days to confirm, a
couple of days to start taking walks, then a day with a couple of
miles and then if all ok go the next day. … again useless
speculations on his part.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at my brand new shoes! Gina Landers ... THANKS<br />RENEGADE HOOF BOOTS from Landers Industries in AZ<br />00 size fits and after 75 Miles I can say work very well</td></tr>
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Meanwhile Judith has gone feeling bad
about leaving the “atmosphere” of the trail even if here it was
not her type of context here at Mike's, she couldn't help being interested from the
perspective of a social analyst. A local couple were taking a walk,
saw US, the donkeys, whom they had met at the Warner Springs
community centre, and came over to give us hugs. It was even the
birthday of this guy and he told us he had gotten picked up by his
surprising lady … while hiking the trail. Lovely lady with issues
about herself … but a good heart. Even that she said that we were
wonderful (wunderbar!) and she'd write to us.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and they fixed my limping by putting my foot<br />in the right position, ... GREAT!</td></tr>
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Hikers keep coming in with issues about
how they are performing , how they are in pain … and the need to
keep moving … at different paces. Mother and daughter teams,
college girl friends who have kept in touch, a Swiss, a German, New
Zealanders and people from all over the US. Many seem to “have
done” the Appalachian Trail on the east coast. For some it's almost
a way of life, most though are going through a “life change” and
“life transitions” with less than half seeming to know what they
are going to do after. Some just quit jobs, others are in-between
jobs or semi retired. For a very few, including my super master, the
trail has or is becoming a stable way of life. Here at Mike Herrera's
place, the permanent team is slowly getting the place to look like an
organized ranch. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water tank at Mike's, essential for hikers</td></tr>
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After setting up an outside kitchen, they are now
clearing the garage and the trash has been organized and closed up so
it can't fly around. If only Mike had less stuff the place could
possibly start to look like a home. It seems that Crash and Red will
leave in a few days and Workhorse (Bary) is talking about leaving in
a day or two. Nina will leave her dog who is suffering from the heat
too much (and not allowed everywhere) with her son in LA then hike
the trail until she goes to Peru for some sort of mystical
experience. Kushy seems to be organizing himself to keep being the
house host except in full summer when no hikers pass by and then
he'll probably go to Kennedy Meadows where Tom manages a hiker stop
as a “trail angel”. Meanwhile the hikers keep coming in and going
out with their questions about life. After all, it's a trail, not an
end.</div>
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We took a walk this morning and my legs
felt good. This afternoon on the same walk it was a bit more
difficult and I started hesitating again … I'm just not quite there
yet. Pascal keeps thinking that if tomorrow I can walk 2 miles
without hesitating he might leave Thursday. I'm not sure he
understands the time the body takes to get better. He got on my
nerves this evening when he put us up for the night and as he was
fussing with Jimmy's hobble, I gave him a small, very small, kick in
the arm. He got really mad, screamed at me and spanked me with his
hand … I think he was really seriously mad. But I'm getting nervous
to get on; Jimmy is tired of this place and so am I. The grass is all
but gone and though we still have oat hay and alfalfa, which he only
gives sparingly, it really is time we left. Ahead there is a 3 mile
climb and then a 16 mile mostly downhill before the flats … I
wonder how my legs will take that … even if cut up into 3 day or 4
day segments. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We eat Oat Hay & Alfalfa ... Thanks to Sherry Freeman<br />she came 5 miles on dirt road to see if we were ok</td></tr>
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The hoof shoes seem to be making it easier for me, but
the medication was what probably really changed my walking yesterday.
He hesitates to give it to me since then he has no real vision on
what is going on … I'm not really hurting, just not comfortable and
I don't know how long I can walk without going into pain again.
Tomorrow is another day … I hope you sympathise.
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He postponed our departure as Kushy is
having his mother & daughter visit and asked him to meet them. So
instead of heading out this morning, he brushed us and we went for a
4+ mile hike on the road. Not bad, I managed to end the walk without
much of a hesitation on my right leg. I'm still a bit hesitant when
going down hill, but on the flats and uphill I'm ok. As usual we
stopped at the turn around point where there is grass up to our
bellies and Jimmy just loves it. He is a marvel to watch grabbing as
much top ends where all the seeds are until his mouth is full then
chomping down to cut the grass and then gobbling down the sweet
grass. After an hour of feeding Jimmy was still chomping while I was
quietly resting in the shade. I must say, that grass beats the dry
stuff we've had all our lives. Pascal keeps telling me of future
mountains where there'll be even sweeter grass to eat … I let him
talk but can't really believe him.<br />
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Meanwhile the days are getting hotter
and apparently tomorrow is the day. Up before dawn and a morning
hike, then an end of the day hike to try to get to the next water.
We'll see. Have you figured out who is the boss? The trail … of
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It is nice to rise out of the valley at
dawn, the sun hits the opposite hill and down below is Mike's place,
a little oasis amongst the scrub brush. Over the pass and into a new
world. Now it's the far valleys with the desert sands at the bottom.
Around the bend and we are now on a downward path for the next … 8,
10 … ultimately 25 miles. Jimmy is bravely carrying 80% of the load
and I am prancing behind Pascal, pushing him a little in the climbs
as he tends to slow while I like to speed up. Might as well since we
have to go up, get it over with. Like kids I like to move when time
is at moving … and have little concern about measuring out my
energy. Pascal however is insuring I slow down in the steeper parts
so Jimmy has time to negotiate the footing. Sometimes the trail is
like a staircase of rocks. None of them seem to slow us down even if
Pascal gets a little concerned about steep climbs or descents. Hell,
we are donkeys, not slugs on only two legs. <br />
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The memorable part of
today's 8 miles is Pascal at the stop for lunch had to backtrack two
miles to find my saddle pad, the wooly sheepskin, which had slid from
under my packsaddle seeing as I'm carrying almost nothing. Meanwhile
we filled our bellies with nice fresh grass growing in a dry
stream-bed. Around 4 he packed us up again and we walked another 3
miles, stopped to get water and did another mile before stopping at a
bend in the trail where there was a wonderful flat spot of sand. As
soon as we were unpacked, we both rolled in the sand and put dust all
over everything! It was good! But Pascal did not appreciate, why he
never rolls in the sand like us, no wonder he smells so strong!
Anyhow he put us up on the hill where there was only dry grass and a
couple of those weed clumps that I've grown to like so much in this
desert. Jimmy and I are starting to taste all kinds of different
things. Interesting how many different plants have finally a good
taste. Not all of them of course but we are quickly learning to taste
things and then only eat what we like. Only met a couple of hikers
today, Sam who is doing the PCT in sandles and seems quite a person
and his friend, recovering from 2 weeks lay off to heal, and who is
still quite focused on his body issues.
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The important stuff is that I did 8
miles without limping and this morning we did another 7 without my
even hesitating on my foot. Finally Pascal has stopped in a canyon
and we are letting the heat pass before doing the last 6 miles to
Paradise café … My legs willing of course. There we might get
internet and possibly pause for a day … or half day. From there to
the climb into Big Bear there is water every 10 miles or so, so we'll
only need 1 day's water as we climb the San Yacinto mountains.
Basically 60 miles of climbing and then 16 miles of downhill. A
formidable task which should definitively let me know if my legs are
going to be ok for the trip. I wonder why we can't take the Palm
Springs tele-cabins to go down … but apparently Pascal has ruled
that out. I can see him smiling as he is typing … is it about our
future miseries? Or is it the humming bird that has come to a
standstill in front of him as he is typing? Anyhow, it's hot now and
the shade is skimpy for us, not like our leisure lover who is laying
on our wool pads in the shade. As if we donkeys didn't like luxury!
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Ok I'll have him post this so you who
are waiting for my wisdom can wash your heads with it. We've arrived
at Paradise Valley Café after crossing quite a few valleys, ravines
and trails on steep slopes needing repairs. I'm always amazed how far
you can get on foot in one day. We did 13 miles and it seems the
valley we left this morning is so far away, the country has changed
so much … not at all like roads where you feel you've barely gone
anywhere in 20 miles. I think it's the fact that we cross areas that
are still characterized by their specific nature, road crews tend to
choose least changing paths and destroy identity while building the
roads. Every time we hit a north slope we would find grass again,
luscious grass that Pascal would not let us even taste … most of
the time. I have to proudly anounce that if I did slow down the last
miles, I did NOT hobble. 13 miles is really a long way still for me,
but possibly 10 could become a regular day's hike. My hoof boots are
holding up and even if the rubber bands are dead, the basic boot is
quite comfortable and I did not loose any today.
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The welcome at the Paradise Valley Café
was wonderful. They brought us water and we had a nice lawn to keep
tidy. We made sure it was no longer going to be a fire hazard!
Meanwhile he had a beer and a big, really big hamburger with hot
peppers and fries. Each one his own, frankly I prefer the 5 different
varieties of grass around here. Then the place closed down at 8pm and
he crawled into his tent while leaving us out in the cold. This
morning there was ice and it was freezing at dawn. To excuse himself
he put us out in the field under a tree where the grass is almost
reaching my belly. Delicious day of rest ahead even if he came around
with his Blue Coat, the medication he puts on our cuts. Jimmy and I
have had a couple of stress caused skin rashes, the Blue Coat does
wonders drying it up and helping heal. We hate it, but when he did
his thing, he smelled of that Dr Browner's soap, you know the one
with the mint. He must have washed himself and his clothes in the
sink that the owner gave him the key to. He's lost weight and that
always makes him look older. But he's clean and that is no luxury, I
tell you!
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Then I guess, if he doesn't find an
easier route, we'll just go over that hill and reach the Big Bear
area in 10 days or so. I hope he has enough food. It's going to be
cold up there but the days are warm, we are nearing the end of May
now. He had a long talk with Nathalie, she really is a wonderful
person. Their roads run different routes but they have a real contact
as people. It is a treasure that needs to be protected from the hurts
of life. Anyhow he now has no phone credit … until he can fill up
via internet.</div>
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invite you to visit my blog: </span></span></span><a href="http://sourcereflections.wordpress.com/"><span style="color: #0000f6;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>Source
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
man and two donkeys walked through my gate</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
has chosen a path home to himself</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
takes him to far corners of the earth</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Into
the harsh elements of nature</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some
might call his expedition insane</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Failing
to grasp the depth of his searching</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
see his dedication as valor</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
am inspired by his devotion </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
is a man on of mission of deep inner exploration</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Each
day a challenge to meet who he is</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alone
with Mind and two donkey’s</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">To
share his experiences with.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
has met the challenge of Ocean</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crossing
in a sailboat from Panama to Tahiti</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">5000
miles of nothing but water and weather</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Followed
by months of living with the people of the islands.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crossed
Canada in a 400 lb. four-man canoe</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Testing
his strength and resolve</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nature
again providing her challenges</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cold,
snow, mud, wind, rough lake waters…all.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">And
now this journey of 15000 miles, LongEars2Chile,</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Walking
from Mexico to Oregon on the PCT</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">East
on the Oregon Trail to the Continental Divide</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">South
down the divide to Chile, SA.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pascal,
this fine French man who graced our table</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Has
claimed a new way of life,</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not
merely an adventure.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
lifelong journey of self-discovery.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meeting
the challenges of each new day</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">With
patience, gratitude and a smile</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">He
slowly but surely</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is
finding his way home.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #5a1796;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: large;">Namaste'</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #5a1796;"><span style="font-family: ComicSansMS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chery
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<span style="color: #5a1796;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Where
is YOUR Wild Feminine?"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hero that did 25 miles to get my shoes! Bary </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And he plays the piano!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kushty and Krash putting on a scene</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-28063840655858518922013-05-07T16:12:00.001-07:002013-05-07T16:21:55.938-07:00The RAIN in Warner Springs, CaliforniaNew Sponsor! SMOKINCRANCH Joe & Lynn's outfit who are supporting us so wonderfully!<br />
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The rain</div>
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Well we got out of our stalls at last
to load up and go. My nail's pad, the V pad (called the frog) I have under the hoof, is
still sore and once in a while, not always on a rock but of course
yes if there is a sizeable one, I stumble to get the weight off of
it. Our driver seemed impervious to my state and after a while I
seemed to warm up and not have it bother me too much. The trail was
sandy and few rocks so I even took pleasure in going around the
hills, seeing pampas type fields of dry grass in front of us and the
terrain was not abrupt.</div>
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We met a South African woman potter and
he even stopped us under trees to sit and share a strawberry with
this woman whose feet were much worse than mine. She was walking in
thongs to not have her blisters rub … In South Africa it's the
winter break so she's hiking the PCT having filled the stores with
her wares. I wanted to change my life … this is a recurring theme
of the PCT. By doing this I prove myself something while living a
life totally different than my daily routines.</div>
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What makes life worthwhile is the
creative, or awareness of change that occurs when we seek it. In
arts, hobbies, sports or any activity that is driven by us … or for
us … and TV, games (depending on if they develop a skills set ) or
even films are a reality substitutes. Reality substitutes have two
faces like the mask of the theatre, either it's “fake”, a type of
psychological formatting, or it's “real” challenging us to think,
feel, have emotions. The tool is used for a message, there is a type
of “medium's message” or “massage”, yet it can be a powerful
tool for learning, experiencing … like simulators to learn how to
fly.</div>
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This is the land of the films.
Hollywood is near and this “backcountry” is where they filmed the
series, the climate and the natural “decor” is really what you
find in films of the far west. Only much later did they move crews to
film “on site”. And my feet are starting to hurt again, the last
3 miles were starting to be painful, I stumbled more often.</div>
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Warner Springs is a town that used to
be active with a natural hot water resort, but financial
manipulations forced it to shut down and many lost their jobs. This
seems to have built a group cohesion of which one example is the
community centre in front of the school. Manned by volunteers, they
offer a full service station at low prices. Laundry, shower, full
diner, hamburgers, breakfast, small re-supply shop with things hikers
really need. All this by volunteers who manage to raise money to
offer the kids in school outings and experiences. Bravo!</div>
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Us he parked us in the non used part of
the sports field where we are reducing the risk of fire by
conscientiously rolling down the grass, pissing and leaving manure,
and most of all eating a rather tasty variety of grass that has come
to maturity under the trees and is already dead & dry where
exposed to the sun. We make sure to kick over the water pan so he has
to go get some at least 5 times a day, or else we would not see him
for hours. He is in there trying to get me shoes. As if I was a
ballerina! Should I be happy or incensed? Well anyhow he sure spent
the hours but thinks he has a potential solution. Since they only
make horse boots, he can buy a horse boot which is too wide, and then
fill the space with Epoxy while making sure it does not stick on me.
Then he can take the shoe off or put it on at will. He thinks that if
I wear these a couple of weeks until my nails grow at least ½ an
inch, then he'll be able to progressively take them off and thus
regulate the use of my nails. Not bad for a Frenchman … I hope it
works and that they are PINK. If he gets some for grumpy brother, yes
he has been grumpy lately because I got oats to eat my medication and
he did not.</div>
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Well, it's raining, yes sir! It is
RAINING in southern california in May. I knew this country was not
our delicious Arizona where it's dry all year. Well I've known rain
of course but only 3 to 5 days a year! Not this misty fog that drips
and penetrates to the joints. And it's cold even if it makes
delicious wisps of mist above the brown burnt hills. Thank goodness
we have a beautiful ancient oak tree under which to graze. NO ! Of
course I'll not go under it when HE looks at me. He isn't going to
get me by being nice now! He has made me walk while me feet hurt and
he's going to pay!</div>
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But I must say, if he did not put us in
a stall at night (request by the wonderful woman responsible for the
site), we are rather well here. Even my foot seems to get better. I
won't tell him of course but these 4 out of 5 days of rest have given
me a bit of energy.
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So we'll leave the 8th of Mai and the
next stops for 5 or 6 days until Idyllwild will be short days 6 to 10
miles depending on water availability. A pair of boots should be
waiting when we cross Highway 74 at the café. The woman on the phone
reminded me of “Alice's Restaurant” … a film I had loved.
Especially for the sequence of “blind justice” …</div>
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The campers are organizing themselves,
one having his girl friend visit, has made a group order of
hamburgers and drinks. They should arrive in an hour … Well
goodnight for now, he's made enough guitar music for the night and
I'm tired.</div>
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I'm in Warner Springs, California across from the fire station on road 79 (you can google map it and at 500 ft resolution you can see the Pacific Crest Trail ... and see what terrain I'm crossing with the satellite image)</div>
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<u>April 30<sup>th</sup> … 60 miles</u></div>
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We've been all alone except for a daily
walk and Pascal sleeping in his yellow tent. He had quite a time
setting it up. The designers decided to make the Dome 2 larger and a
bit shorter than the last one so the foot print tarp mat fits badly.
The poles set up is a bit strange but the perpendicular new pole
keeping the tent wider is a good idea … once you get the hang of
it. Clutzy had to look at the instructions … I counted at least 10
times!</div>
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Chris, a nice young man who camped with
us, was really pleaseant to be with. He even got hired by Dirty
Lady Gaiters to make extra pocket money.<br />
No! really GAITERS for
HIKERS in all sorts of colors and really well made.<br />
She even gave a
couple of pairs to our Clutzy who wears them with panache! I think he
really appreciated the woman who owns the shop, a spirit leading a
life of will and determination. Just the same type of woman he met
this morning at the coffee shop where he glutted eggs, home made
sausage and pan fried potatoes … he was full of coffee and food
while he left us in a small patch of grass tied to a tree by the
highway … but I'm getting ahead of myself.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anza Borrego Desert landscapes from the trail</td></tr>
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So the kick off helped Clutzy, I mean
Pascal of course, got the GPS equipped and set up as well as
obtaining precious information on water conditions ahead. We are
really in desertic lands and nothing is anticipated for horses or
noble donkeys … I won't speak of the half breed you call mules.</div>
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A lot of people, many came to see us
but few were smart enough to bring carrots or apples. Clutzy got
friendly with the local store manager Tony and got him to buy
specially carrots for us and a salad for him.<br />
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only shares the cores … what a selfish guy! Each day at the walks
we have to stop every few minutes to get our pictures taken … they
didn't care about Clutzy! And I was of course always in front with my
beautiful face and smile.</div>
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The last day Clutzy (this is why I
named him Clutzy this blog) came back and I didn't recognize him! He
had no beard or hair! Probably ran under an lawnmower.</div>
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So we got up at dawn but Clutzy was so
slow that <br />
it took over 90 minutes to have us packed. I must say
though, he does it with care and we have neither twisted fur nor any
sores at the end of the day. We walked through dry bush country to
eventually arrive in a valley with very old oak trees.<br />
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under a bridge and I even crossed a streamlet without making a
scandal. After all, there was less than an inch of water even if it
was runnning. I too thought I was marvelous and brave … Clutzy said
so but of course no carrot or something nice for me! A few miles
later I got him though. He wanted me to walk in mud and cross a river
that came at least to my anckle! Green stuff was growing making you
think it was shallow but I have good eyes and I can tell you my
pretty ankles are not going to get wet just because the trail goes
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That nasty guy just ignored my refusal
and tied me to a post on the other side. Each time I came just a bit
closer he twisted the rope on a stick … Then after an hour in which
he only gained 30 inches I think he got hungry and realized Jimmy had
shaken off the backpack right after he had offered us stream water
(which we refused of course!). He had fixed it poorly since he knew
he was going to stop and at last let us eat a bit, relieved of our
load. It didn't occur to him at that stop that the backpack was
missing so he suddenly got up, left us in a hell of a predicament
facing that stream, and ran 2 miles back to recuperate the backpack.
I had seen it falling off, but I wasn't going to tell so he could
once again load my poor brother with more weight. Oh did I tell you
he got the visit at the meeting of so called experts who have been
hicking with packmules, they told Pascal that he had been right in
making our packsaddles since here they only make them for mules. They
also complimented him on the use of straps and using sheepskins as
protection. What I appreciated less is that they looked at the weight
and said he was fine! Ya you bet! He's not carrying this stuff. Since
then he loads me with at least 10lbs more, almost as much as Jimmy.
What worries me is that they said that once we got accustomed then he
could pack more … no way sister!<br />
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So when he finally got back with the
backpack, I decided this rigamarole around the crossing had lasted
enough and taking my courage by both nails, I simply stepped and
jumped to the other side dragging my stupid brother with me. I didn't
even get congratulated, what a bore!</div>
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campground and were greeted by Kathy and Jim, the camp hosts, who
told us that our poop would be good for the trees, ancien oaks that
majestically provide shade to the campers. They even invited Pascal
to share a bottle of wine and absolutely (to die for) delicious
'brunchettas' based on a Jim receipy but marvelously executed by
Kathy! They didn't even think of offering us carrots or apples the
toads! Toads jump at you but there is nothing but squish when I step
on them. We stayed the night and all morning while Pascal was very
busy with figuring out the water issues ahead and planning our walk.<br />
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A lady came by, ex army, and she asked him to fix her GPS … as if
he knew … but he did get Half Mile's (a really nice guy that
provides PCT maps and helps set up GPS for hikers) way-points on her
machine. A way-point is a place you cross when you go from point a to
point b. Half Mile has over 7000 way points on the PCT! It informs
you on distance and landmarks. Did I mention Laurence the WaterMan.
He gave Pascal precise information for the next 100 miles on where
there was water for us and it's quality. He even found some water
juggs as Pascal was trying to replace the 6 gallon container Jimmy
had destroyed.</div>
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So we left around 4 pm and had to climb
9 miles up into a nice wooded region. Once again there was a stream
and he did the short rope thing to me after I absolutely refused to
walk over the 10 inch stream. 10 inches may not be important to you
but when water is running you can't tell how it might bring a donkey
down the ravine. I didn't want to take the chance but finally I did
have to jump. My big brother tied by only a stretch rope, not bad
when on the trail we need a little distance to get over something, he
did not move and it broke. Then he was all panicked since I was on
the other side and he couldn't reach me. Finally Pascal brought him
to a place where he forgot there was the stream and he walked over
the space to join me. What a story! So we keep climbing, meet couples
who are setting up for the night in lovely spots with grass and we
keep walking. Only at the imminent arrival of night did he consent to
park us next to a road under pine trees where the grass was thin
compared to what we had passed. I had to spend at least 1hour grazing
while I could have done it in 30 minutes in the right field. He
finished with his head light our unpacking. He must have eaten cold
since he did not light a fire. Probably that rice with mushrooms he
had fixed for lunch. But he always has a stash of goodies, nuts and
fruits that I'd like to taste. Trail mix I think they call it.<br />
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Then at dawn, when we were still asleep
he woke us up, gave us half a gallon each of water and then tied us
up so he could saddle us. It still took him an hour but there we were
off before the sun hit the top of the hills. We walked an hour before
we got to a place where we could have a good drink. He finally gave
us half his salt shaker yesterday, so we need lots less water …
Then he meandered around the campground and got us on the road where
an Inn was opening. That's where he got that big breakfast while we
stood dumbly near the side of the road tied to a tree. I say dumbly
as an attitude, not that I could ever look dumb. When he got out we
started down the road and nearly got 300 yards when this wild
stallion in his field started running towards us. I got scarred, but
really scarred and Jimmy just amplified it so we bolted and ran for
our lives. Of course Pascal could not hold us and tore his skin off
his hand, but I got tangled up in the lead line and I have rope burns
too. Some nice forest firemen tried to help but only Pascal could get
under my feet and solve the problem. Wow I was shook up so bad that
it took me nearly an hour to calm down. <br />
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I litterally walked so fast
that Pascal tied us down to a tree to wait until I could take a
reasonable pace. Even then, we did the next 8 miles along that road
at at least 1/3 faster than usual. But it got us there and we did not
meet other animals chasing us. We even had the luck of being able to
pass cattle guards on the side where there was an opening. A group of
young fire fighters greeted us and would have kept us longer, but I
just stopped for courtesy then I walked on and Pascal had to follow.
The poor guy not only tore his hand but has an awful sore shoulder
which makes his transcriptions of my thoughts difficult. Today, with
the shortcut by the road making us gain another 5 miles, we did 18
miles of which half on road and half on the trail. Pascal was going
to keep going after 2 hours of pause, but I made myself look so tired
that he decided to stay for the night and go down in the valley
tomorrow. This is our first desert floor, he has decided to take the
California Riding and Hicking trail that goes through old ghost towns
to get faster to Warner Springs. The meandering through Anza Borrego
back hills in no water country seems not really necessary. The valley
floor will be much faster and easier, there is a small section of
road but we can do it. I don't know if we can do it in one day,
probably 2 days for the 30+ miles of our route (40 by the PCT)</div>
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Well the sun is going down and I can't
charge via the battery, the Mac adaptor is too low powered … so
we'll see about continuing in the sun tomorrow.</div>
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<u>May 3rd, over 100 miles</u></div>
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Hello! I'm back … but what a set of
events!</div>
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Well I left you on the sunset hiway
trail head, where grass was so lusch that Jimmy & I couldn't stop
eating it. We got up real early and left down the hill on the PCT.
1000 meters down we went almost. At the bottom we turned left, the
PCT goes right, and we proudly descended on the ancient trail to all
the abandonned gold mines.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horse pen at Oaks campsite.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But then what did I see? A immense pond
in the middle of the road! At some points it must have been at least
5 inches deep! And at least twice the length of my body. No, really
we can't cross THAT! But he did and then tied me to a tree on the
other side. I knew I would be in for it, so I really looked the thing
over and discovered that if I went into the stream bed below, climbed
over a rock, the water size was reduced to a couple of inches. So I
dragged my brother and went for it. The problem is that Jimmy did not
follow and when I jumped on the rock, my packsaddle cross bars broke.
Between my launch and Jimmy's innertia or pulling back there was over
a ton of pressure! So we ended having crossed the thing but my
packsaddle was barely holding and half a mile later it fell apart.</span></td></tr>
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Pascal was really annoyed (I want to
say pissed but sensible readers might object). He parked us on this
hot road, unpacked and with straps made it so he could reload me.
Much less comfortable on my backbone, but with a sponge he made an
acceptable cushion. So we went into the valley under the now
scortching sun. It's over 40° centigrade!</div>
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closing the dirt road we had been on. I refused to climb the hillside
to go around so he brought us back up a ways and found a slanted but
acceptable path above the gate and I gracefully descended the steep
return to the road … with a little pulling of course.
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There there was a house and Gary
accepted to give us water. Interesting guy who finds living in a
trailer a good way to see his family over the country, spend time
with them and do the things he likes. He and his wife seem to have
found a good equilibrium, living “off the grid” for the most part
(no in the “normal” context of society).</div>
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We camped under an huge oak tree and
let the noon day pass. Pascal even cooked his meal and made himself
coffee for the next morning.</div>
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Around 5 we set off on the road.
Narrow, fast cars, I did not like it much but we made the 1.3 miles
to the gate where the California Riding & Hiking trail resumed.
There Pascal had to undo the barbed wire, strand by strand, make us
pass and rebuild it. I must say he did it in 10 minutes really well.
I would have laughed if a sheriff or conservation officer had seen
us, but not Pascal from what I can read in his mind. It seems so
stupid to have closed these historical public roads to people like us
who “leave no trace”. This beautiful western style dirt road led
us through the pampa of already dry grass for 5 miles until we saw a
historical ranch just like in the films.<br />
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Of course, this is a place
where they make movies all the time! The windmill water pump with the
bassin (where I & Jimmy refused to drink, after all I'm used to
real clean water, and here it was doubtfull at best … even if
Pascal would have drunk it!). I wanted to stop but Pascal wanted to
be clear of the ranch so we kept on for another mile. Then we got off
the road and walking in the soft sand/dirt like pampa, we camped
behind what seemed to be dead bush-trees. How lovely, once unloaded
to roll and roll and roll again in this land. I made a huge dust
cloud just under the wind of the camp Pascal had set up and he did
not like this lovely dust I created. A party pooper I tell you!</div>
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My feet are really starting to get
sore, he doesn't seem to understand that I have delicate feet. Jimmy
is doing much better but I'm really starting to suffer. Maybe he
understands since he gave me “bute” an anti-inflammatory and pain
killer. I felt better all night and ate this strange dry grass. My
brother had drunk ¾ of the water last night but this morning I got
to have more. We could both have more but it's “acceptable” and
after all we carry the stuff. Oh! Yesterday we practically ate the
whole salt shaker out of Pascal's hands.<br />
He finally got the idea when
Jimmy licked his leggs with the salf of his sweat.
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We got off early again and finished the
road, where again there was a gate and Pascal had to undo and redo
the barbed wire. Then we walked along this road with a very large off
road area so we were relaxed as trucks and cars periodically passed.
Then Jo showed up. He was going to work and seeing us stopped.
Suggested Pascal might stay with Chery & George who are setting
up the Mountain Valley Holistic Therapy & Yoga center (a Chery dream <a href="http://www.owensholistictherapy.com/">www.owensholistictherapy.com</a>
ps read her blog it's good) and have us stay in his barn where he has
5 horses and 2 donkeys (animals he recuperated from a guy who left
them “temporarily” … WE ARE NOT “ITEMS” YOU CAN JUST JUNK!)<br />
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Seeing how I'm hobbling, Pascal finally
said yes and we unpacked our gear into JO's truck so we could get
there faster and easier. 8 miles to go but it went fast from the
time, Pascal seeing a horse in the distance made us cross the road by
anticipation, we got concerned by this horse gallopping along the
fence so we doubled our pace for at least 5 miles. Then we crossed
the PCT and there was a few camping cars with tables set up and
offers for hikers of cold drinks, fruits and food. How lovely these
people are! Of course, nothing for us poor donkeys, but Pascal did
sign the book for the 3 of us and we ate grass under the shade of a
tree while MR had himself cold drinks and was the “talk of the
town” … about us of course.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxp8Yb8kVH9KtwsvrjZf5KTDp7im-faoFADAUl_bjBzfL_Yo757l3DaYeiHmGBSqcXyv7mok3Z4Qf8leWr0-5JEOhFC-GSIbqflRnHOGqTQdDHspbOCakCqTGbL8OsMpZtJzCsgQCVCqz/s1600/Warner+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxp8Yb8kVH9KtwsvrjZf5KTDp7im-faoFADAUl_bjBzfL_Yo757l3DaYeiHmGBSqcXyv7mok3Z4Qf8leWr0-5JEOhFC-GSIbqflRnHOGqTQdDHspbOCakCqTGbL8OsMpZtJzCsgQCVCqz/s320/Warner+9.jpg" width="240" /></a>But we finally got to the Mountain
Valley Holistic Therapy & Yoga center where Cheryl & George
greeted us and gave us water, a place to sleep for a couple hours and
Pascal got a vision of the dream. A big Yourt, two tepees, a pond
area, a tree-house with a sunset viewing plateform and a hobbit's den
beneath, a woman's area and in the center the house with it's hot
tub. It's all in construction except the house, the beautiful
pallissade around the property and the bath house meeting place,
presently George's office. George is by the way a glider instructor
and guide. He works in a center with a landing field nearby. To bad
there is a noisy road nearby, I think they should apply with a
roadway building supplies to test out on this stretch anti-noise
surfacing, something they are surely working on, and this is an ideal
place to test since noises can be isolated from each other and there
is a great variety of traffic. For a learning, meditation, peaceful,
deconnective space, the road is a real issue.</div>
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be taken up to his place 100 yards away. We were ready to eat and be
somewhere permanent so we did not even panick when we saw Jo's
horses. In the barn we met his two donkeys and I started to let them
know who was the boss … so Jo seperated us and let them in with his
horses. By the way I think I'm preferring feeding off green grass and
bushes rather than this bland “bermuda” dry stuff they feed in
barns. Anyhow, Jimmy & I are fine in luxurious stalls with room
to move and lots of food. It's good and secure. Pascal of course
abandonned us, but I hear him & Jo working in the garage and I
believe they rebuilt my packsaddle. Hope it works and fits!</div>
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Well, it's not all, Pascal seems to
have been real busy with repairs, cleaning up (he stinks and is
really full of dirt including in the ears!) analysing food
requirements, recharging the batteries, reading mail (a friend wanted
him to take a job!), talking to France & US friends & family,
preparing the GPS for the next section, studying maps … he did not
even kiss us goodnight! But this morning early he brought me a dish
of oatmeal (I know he hides the Bute in it!) and gave us both a big
hug and more hay. He even treated my rope burn, which I really did
not want! But it's clean and well.
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So now he's writing my thoughts, eating
from food cooked in a microwave oven (no fires possible here) and
doing laundry. Meanwhile he'd better think our journey over and see
how we can SLOW DOWN so we have a chance to heal our hooves.<br />
Chery & George invited Pascal to diner on our last night. Excellent, not only the food but the spirit, even the next morning as we left Joe's & Lynn's place I could feel the warmth of the fellowship created in this little "heaven on earth" ... of human sharing. Lynn was touching as she had Joe drive her to us on the road to give us a last hug. ... few humans are so generous and with such ease. ...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-80613902287219266492013-04-24T12:47:00.000-07:002013-04-26T12:17:56.695-07:00Daisy speaks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br /></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Susan & I say emotional goodbyes at Campo</td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWezg989cZ-a4FwWJ0K_X6MUhcOttkl9IBGIzFOPvgp8E6CcVJYJ2ocij0Ym5Fweb3JDgZ5nnMDszaEIhHXoQZohGt71DkGqS4pk_ez50QSXb7svyGlE94_mMlwPWgwwPfikbBtV1iABZ/s1600/Learning+the+van.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWezg989cZ-a4FwWJ0K_X6MUhcOttkl9IBGIzFOPvgp8E6CcVJYJ2ocij0Ym5Fweb3JDgZ5nnMDszaEIhHXoQZohGt71DkGqS4pk_ez50QSXb7svyGlE94_mMlwPWgwwPfikbBtV1iABZ/s320/Learning+the+van.jpg" width="320" /></a>Hello, I'm Daisy, you've seen pictures
of me and probably mistook me for my brother Jimmy. Just remember he
has a lion's hairdo while I'm more the gentle sophisticated type.
Anyhow, raised in the middle of 90 donkeys in an arid sun scorching
and snow freezing climate of northern Arizona … we see this
“escapade” as an opportunity to get away. Of course Wymme told us
that we'd meet an elderly sphisticated frenchman, I was almost
drooling at the thought of it. In fact he gave us to this balding
bearded crazy frenchman who thinks he can teach us life.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you think I'll get in ... says Jimmy</td></tr>
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Well we arrived in a place where we at
least got 3 meals a day. I love that 2pm lunch, it really breaks the
monotony of the day and lately we had been underfed. So Jimmy got
less skinny and I put on a little fat. They put us with a couple of
wild horses who gave us a rough time, biting me to get at the hay and
generally being misbehaved. They say that these guys have been abused
and mistreated by pharmaceutical firms or people that just abandon
them at the rescue, I just think they have no education. I met a lot
of strange creatures here. Big fluffy balls they call ducks<br />
, round
pink fat things they call pigs, little creatures with bones on their
heads they call goats and nice looking transparent wheels with eyes
all over they call peacocks. I'm not forgetting the bunnys, those
furry balls and of course the dozens of horses and ridiculous little
donkeys, at least that's what they said they were, but compared to us
they are more like undegrown midgets.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My son told me to put my helmet on ... </td></tr>
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There are always people here, some
regulars feed us, the others just pick up our poop … everyday we
have a clean stall or play area. Our bearded owner, I guess he owns
us, at least that's what he believes grooms us each day so he brushes
the dust & dirt off of us and even combs my forelocks. I like
that, and he is delicate with my more sensitive areas. Then he has
this thing about picking up our feet, one after the other and
scratching the bottom of our soles. It doesn't tickle so envenif I
don’t really like it I let him, it seems to please him. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unloading at Campo</td></tr>
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Lately he
has been rasping my hoofs, it's like being at the manicure … Then
we get to go on a walk. Stupid guy he often takes the same
trail that we already know. So we stop to let him know he is just
being stupid. We'd rather go to a new place rather than those dry
river beds and clutsy side roads. Sometimes he takes us through the
desert land but there we have to be careful with funny round tree
like pricklies, small prickly bushes that if you get close, grasp you
and it's almost impossible to get away, apparently that's how they
reproduce and spread themselves. The nice
thing is that it's spring and there are flowers everywhere. I just
wish I could pick them and make myself a crown … difficult with
hooves though. My little brother Jimmy doesn't care one bit. He just
munches everything he can find and decides whether it's good to eat
or not.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Susan & Aimie who accompanied us to Campo</td></tr>
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A month and a half goes by quickly, we
have been walking creek beds, bad for my nails, oh my poor nails,
such a mess! Seeing the incredible flowers on the cactus and every
day, or almost, he comes out with carrots and a whole routine with
brushing, combing, hooves, and sometimes this PSHIT thing that he
does on our wounds... terrible. He tells me it's a healing natural
herb, but I find the noise just too disturbing. Recently he pushed
the gall to PSHIT a “blue coat” , you think that a lady can
support being painted bleu? So in the end he put us in front of a van
with gates all around us and only fed us inside so we had to climb
that horrible plank on to the trailer. I must admit he did start with
wonderful carrots that he progressively gave us as we accepted to put
one foot on the trailer. As we were too slow he the penned us tight
and we STARVED at least half a day … Happily Susan has a heart, not
like him, and she told volunteers to give us some alfalfa & hay
on the side.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't even roll in the sand and take my bath!</td></tr>
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Oh Jimmy, quit reading over my shoulder
and telling me I'm being a bit hard on the guy. He deserves it, look
at all the change we have lived in the last month! It would drive any
middle class house-donkey crazy! And I thought I was going to live
the life of ease in a “rescue” ranch! No way! This bearded
frenchman with scars on his forehead (he is always hitting himself,
so much that his son offered him for Xmas a helmet!), is always
disturbing us. One day though, we went on a hike and he had the
stupid idea of tying us to the water cans. So as he was adjusting
Jimmy's pack, I played a trick on him, started my water can dragging
on the road, this terrified Jimmy who broke out in a gallop to head
back to the ranch. You should have seen the scene! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First mile on the PCT ! we're on the trail</td></tr>
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I of course
galloped after Jimmy, the bearded guy got caught in my water can and
I dragged him at least 20 yards before he got himself loose. Scrapped
on legs and arm I made sure he did not get one of my hooves in the
face. Nice of me, NO? Well we got the ropes caught in our legs and
poor Jimmy had rope burns for at least a week! He should be more
careful with his ropes.
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We climbed into the van one saturday
morning and once in he fixed me to the bar inside (no not the
drinking bar, the rod that fixes you inside dummy. Jimmy who had a
foot still in the hinge of the ramp, made hell for them at least for
an hour, you should have seen them trying to push his big ass inside,
Susan was bravely behind so he made sure to behave, but the bearded
guy, his name is Pascal so I'll call him that, kept trying to entice
Jimmy with feed and carrots and he would have NONE of it. That's my
brother! A stupid brave ass for sure!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You think I'm going to cross this road and go back on the trail? you got one coming!</td></tr>
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JIMMY - alright readers, my sister is
for sure full of spunk, but she writes fumy and I like to read her.
I'll just but in when she goes really over board.</div>
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DAISY – He always has to say
something even if he has nothing to say … carrying a brother can be
heavy at times!</div>
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So where was I? Oh yes, in the van we
were and then they proceeded to close the dam thing so we only had
air through the side windows … the front ones shut with the rolling
of the truck. You should have seen how filled up the back of the pick
up was! Oh I hope I don't have to carry all that stuff!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake Moreno, here we come ...</td></tr>
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Half hour later they started rolling on
the dirt access road and I almost had my carrots come back up. Oh
yea! He did give me plenty of carrots while Jimmy was doing his
number. Guess he thought it would calm me, but I was calm as a
cucumber watching the show starring Jimmy. Susan even had to call
Aimie twice to let her know we were coming … late. Ha! And after
that they missed their render-vous and had to meet in Gila, (yes like
the monster place) where we filled the spare gas can so that Susan
would not have to buy gas in California (she did anyhow as the hill
to get to Campo is really steep and gusssssles gas)</div>
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So this is to say that after 10 hours
(with stops) of torture having to anticipate breaking, turns,
accelerations … we finally got to this terrible place with a metal
fence wall (recuperations from some sort of railroad roofing) and NO
good grass. Desert shit country if you want my down deep english
description of it. All of these boarder patrols, they take up half
the road and disturb the dust I'd love to roll in. Well we did take a
walk to the totem poles that mark the start of the Pacific Crest
Trail … and took pictures of course! Me coming out of a day's ride
… I did not even have a brushing to make me look ok. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first creek crossing ... took 2+ hours</td></tr>
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You'd think
someone would have thought of this, but of course, they are too
primitive to think we donkeys have to keep our image … dumb people!
Think of the thousands of persons who might see me in such a state! I
hope no donkeys are going to see this! My reputation would be shot
forever. And I mean really forever, I could never forget it!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All right! enough! This is where we camp for the night ... said Jimmy</td></tr>
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Did I tell you about the Farrier who by
the way is a really mean person who gave me 3 shots, one to calm me
down to work on my feet, the other two supposedly to vaccinate me! ME
the invincible splendour of donkey-hood ! Any how he drugged me
SERIOUS and it's a good thing Pascal held me under his arm with a
towel over my eyes, or I would have continuously seen pink donkey
parading in front of me. Huge Pink Donkeys I tell you! They pranced
and danced just like in the movies. I've never seen one but I can
guess. Since the 1920's they say it's just a plain debauch with
flickering lights. Well anyhow this Farrier guy put epoxy on my shoes
as if it could replace my perfectly well trimmed nails (hooves in our
world). It did not stay 2 days but he was happy to have done it.
Meanwhile my hooves are enjoying the soft sand of the trail.
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So we camped in Campo just next to the
border and the memorial to the boarder guard that got shot no far
away. Pascal just layedall his stuff on the grass and we were hobbled
so that we could be together but not cross our ropes. Every shift
change lots of cars came through and 4 wheelers making horrible
noises. Pascal would get up and talk to them and finally they put it
on the switch-board so that at each shift people would be able to
expect donkeys. We all slept poorly.</div>
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Then at dawn Pascal got up, made coffee
and started packing. It took us at least 2 hours to get going. But we
did and I led the march. I get the store bought panniers but god does
he stuff them with heavy stuff! What does he think? I'm super donkey?
5 or 10 kilos ok, but 30 ? that's criminal! I know a donkey can carry
1/3 of his weight, but for me, a delicate tender lady donkey, I
believe that anything above 12 Kilos is TORTURE!</div>
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Well the start was lovely, high bushes
and a soft meandering path that avoided the road while immersing us
into the landscape. Loved that first 2 miles until we crossed the
road with a high edge and I REFUSED to climb it. After 15 minutes of
vain efforts Pascal finally took my dumb brother and having tied me
to my brother's packsaddle I was dragged to follow Jimmy through a
side access where the ledge was low. <br />
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When will Jimmy understand that
I am leading him through life and he should never go against me. I
had Pascal just where I wanted him, stuck and incapable to find a
solution … the pretext was great! No I will not jump 30 inches to
get back on the trail, it's not within my realm of dignity!</div>
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So Jimmy lead us on and we crossed the
village and headed up the hillsides. We must have walked a couple of
hours and Jimmy got tired of it so he stopped. Of course with his
hulk and mass, Pascal was incapable of getting to go on. I let them
play with this a while and finally came forward so Pascal put me in
front and I dragged Jimmy into forward motion. He'll follow wherever
I go. I'm the Big Sister after-all. Then we came to a wooden bridge.
No way was I going to cross that! So Pascal tied us up in the shade,
un saddled us and we ate good grass while he was taking a pause. Then
he tried to get me to go forward and near the bridge but I WOULD NOT!
Darn him, he did not give up and then tied a rope to the other side
on a tree and each time I moved forward a foot, he would wind the
rope on a stick and thus <br />
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I could not back up. After 15 feet I was on
the bridge and then I figured I'd better just cross it, it was safer
than staying over that water. Jimmy of course seeing me cross just
ran for it and pushed me once on the other side the brute! Then
Pascal carried the stuff across the bridge, I loved to see him cary
our load for once, and saddled us back.
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This time Jimmy led and we went though
nice rocky hillsides (Jimmy loves to tear the Panniers on the granite
rocks) and even over a railway. Jimmy did not panic as he usually
does, possibly he was already halfway through before he was aware of
the rails. At one point the trail was really narrow and turned so we
could only see the steep downside. Jimmy froze, the tried to turn
around while I desperately backed up but being tied to his packsaddle
it was difficult. Anyhow we finally did it and Pascal did not fall
into the ravine as I expected from such a fool, and so we
re-organized, and finally with much scratching and tearing of the
panniers we got through. You should see the panniers, lots of work to
repair once in Lake Morena where the needles and repair canvas is. At
one of the rocks, the pannier started dripping, Jimmy had managed to
pierce the water container inside and we lost all the water in that 6
gallon (half full) container. I laughtat the time, but later
regretted as I wanted more water and he rationed it for us.
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We then arrived at a stream with water
running. NO WAY was I going to cross that. So that stubborn man
renewed the trick with the cords and I finally has a foot near the
water and was forced to run for it. But I did slow him down 2 hours
and Jimmy managed to upset my packsaddle so Pascal had to redo it
totally. Then we climbed a couple of miles up to a ledge and Jimmy
decided this was enough. We met a PCT walker who left as we arrived
and Pascal finally decided to stop for the night; A good thing as we
had had enough ourselves. Not much to eat though … he made himself
what smelled delicious with Kinoa and spices mixed with Tuna, but we
had to do with dry grass which if it tasted good, was just not enough
for our hungry bellies. It is true there was enough but imagine
putting me on a dry grass diet when hay is so delicious.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First camp under the stars ... on sheep skins</td></tr>
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container (empty since we had had a full drink even if I could have
used more) and went down the trail after saying he'd be back in an
hour. When he came back just after night fall (a half moon made it
seem light) he dropped a full jerycan of water and 4 canteens at our
feet. He looked beat but smelled good. I guess he bathed in all that
muddy water down below and filled the containers to bring it back to
us. I must say that put me in the right spirit for the night. He's
not such a bad fellow after all, he carried 60 lbs of water up that 2
mile climb.<br />
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Well then, he even had a little wine
from left overs in New River … that put him to sleep alright.
Chilly night and I was glad when he woke up and that we left a little
after dawn. He is so slow in packing … but it gets better each
time. I just have to wait and see him fuddle with the ropes, the
filling of the panniers … just wasted time if you ask me.</div>
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We walked well for about 3 miles, it
was cool and really the country side with cacti in flowers and vistas
over valleys as we climb and descend or go around … a delight. Then
we stopped at a sweet little micro valley where a dirt road joined
the trail and there we were unpacked and allowed to taste that sweet
green grass. Jimmy the pig just gobbled it up, but you know me, with
my dainty approach I almost did not have enough when 30 minutes later
he got eager to go. Of course I would not walk to my packsaddle, so
he had to carry the panniers and the gear to me … ha! Ha! That will
teach him to have too much stuff. Just to indicate my frustration on
not having enough time I refused to start walking. After half an hour
he finally put Jimmy in front and that dumb ass just got going. But
then a mile later Jimmy stopped and refused to walk. So I got pity of
him and I took the lead.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camp at lake Morena ... good grass, quiet corner and lovely spot for 4 days</td></tr>
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We walked a couple of miles and then
arrived on a dirt road. He wanted me to jump over a very deep rut. Of
course I could have, it was only 5 inches wide … but very deep I
tell you! But I refused out of principle. There is no way I'm going
to risk my pretty hooves over such a gap. So Pascal looked at his
GPS, you know that fumy thing he's looking at from time to time, and
decided we could go down that road and recuperate the trail later. He
even went past a No Entry sign. It was cool, going down hill and a
wide dirt road to walk on. But then we got to the bottom of the
valley and it started going up. Hey, I'm no donkey's fool. He was not
going to get me to climb that road. I stopped where a tree provided
some shade, leaving Jimmy in the sun, he's too dumb to know and come
up side with me. Then I just put myself to sleep like it was nap
time. Pascal pleaded, got vociferous, hugged me … but I was NOT
going to move. That's it, the sun by now was hot and it was cool in
the shade. He tugged on me and disturbed my sleep … but I had a
good hour's pause. Then he got really mad. I don't know what got to
him but this time he really meant it. He got a switch off a bush and
started beating my ass with it. Hell, do that to a lady! Who do you
think you're dealing with? But he did get the message across and I
was not allowed to face anywhere but where he wanted me to go. A real
spanking I got. Never in my life did I get such outrage! OK I have to
admit I was playing games with him, pretending being tired, slowing
to almost a stop and then stopping for good with no other reason than
to vex him. But my poor ass stung for an hour as I finally followed
him up that road and back on to the trail. Wow! I did not think he
would do it. For the rest of the day I followed him with spirit and
we covered another 4 miles with only one try on my part to see if he
would do it again, and he waved the switch so I got going again. I
even went over a couple of pipe gates without creating a fuss and
followed him up and down steep terrain as if I knew how to do it. We
met several hikers on the way but passed them as I was really going a
good pace and willing to get to wherever we would end up.
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Finally at the bottom of a hill where
there was a good spread of grass he stopped, unloaded us and set up
camp. It was only 2pm but we had been walking since morning with just
a few breaks. And at 5 miles from lake Morena, we could easily do
that in the morning. He shared what was left of the water between
Jimmy & I, we only got about 2 gallons each and after such a walk
and the heat I could have drunk twice as much. There was just a
little left but he would not give it to us. Meanwhile he prepared
himself again a great diner of Kinoa, spices and before eating hot he
drank a little wine that was left with trail mix … looked good to
me, poor donkey who only has harsh grass to eat. True there was
better stuff a little further but I could not leave him in case he
decided to give us more water. I know that Jimmy would have drunk it
all.
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Hikers would come in, see us nicely
camped and be jealous of our comfortable set up. Pascal as usual was
laid out on his mattress, back against a packsaddle and our sheep
skins on the soft side making it so he was in a nest. There he plays
fingers on this grey window carrying thing and looks at us
thoughtfully once in a while … I wonder what he is really doing?
Planning to be mean to us tomorrow? Maybe not, after all he seems to
know where we are going … maybe I should trust him more. Oh but
really, we carry all that stuff and he just takes advantage of us to
have a good life. I tell you, this donkey stuff is for the birds.
Next time I'll be reborn as a nasty old lady with a stick to beat up
on these bearded hippies that think life is made for pleasure.
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Jimmy & I liked each other to see
if we were all ok, and even my ass did not feel sore, so I guess it's
ok and I'll be able to forgive him. You should see us, we look so
cute when we groom each other … I wish he'd pay attention
sometimes! Of course I love him, how can you not like a fellow that's
so dumb that he carries water up a hill for us, waits patiently for
us to decide to move on … well most of the time … and even makes
us taste what he thinks would be good to eat for us … too bad he
doesn't understand donkey taste. It's always too green, too much of a
funny taste … just not good hay as we are used to. Wymme would not
approve of his feeding us strange stuff. At least with Wymme we got
good doses and this regularly. I hope he's back taking care of our
friends because when we left, some awful persons were trying to sell
some of us off for MEAT! Think of that, as if donkeys were not full
beings with feelings and the right to live. Maybe if I learned to
write I could write to the president of the US and claim a donkey
amendment to the constitution.
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OK, back to that starry night in the
valley and our waking up at dawn. Once again he groomed us, went
through his pick at our feet routine and then he loaded us. It was
nice, the load was much easier since we had no water and Jimmy could
carry half my load. So we started off with Jimmy taking the lead …
well that did not last long, he stopped half way up the first climb
and refused to move … I could only agree, climbing on a thirsty
breakfast is no way to start the day. Pascal did give us the left
over water, but of course that was too little for our real needs. I
could have drunk a couple of gallons. Not the half gallon each we
got. But you know what he did? He put me in front and told me that if
I did not walk he'd use the stick on me again. I couldn't believe it!
He was getting serious about this thing of my moving when he said so.
I guess I can't play that game anymore. Now what will I do when there
is really a reason not to move. I'd better think this through,
meanwhile I'll walk, it's a pleasant morning and though the hill is
steep, sometimes rocky, it's early and cool. We finally got to the
top and he stopped in a meadow to let us eat a bit. We tasted the
grass but really were too thirsty to really eat much. So he set us up
to go, and though I tried not to move, he quickly reverted to his
stick threat so I just gave in and walked. Once on top of the hill
the bushes were high and sometimes we could not see above them. It
seemed like walking in a labyrinth … kinda fun with good smells
from the different essences. We walked at a good pace and then came
down on the lake for a mile or so. He took a shortcut that was steep
on a rock and I found it easy to follow him. Hooves are great on
granite. Then he wanted us to walk on the road to the ranger station.
NO WAY … but of course he now has that famous argument, so I
immediately got going again. On the way he stopped by a water faucet
and filled the canteen 3 times for each of us. Wow were we thirsty!
It felt really good to drink our full. If a canteen is 1 ½ gallon,
I guess we drank 4 ½ gallons! He tied us up to the pipe ramp at the
station and got his equipment he'd left behind (more things to
carry!) . Then he took us down to the lake, not officially allowed
but he got a special permission from the ranger. Mamamia! I'd never
seen such a lot of water. I know it's water because he scooped up
some in our water container ( a cooking pan) and gave us some to
drink. Bah! Not as good as piped water. Stinks of fish and mud. We
did get a chew on some alfalfa growing near the water. It tasted
bitter, but we did enjoy the savoury greenness of it.
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Then we got back to camp and after a
pit stop at the water faucet, we drank another gallon or two, we
headed to camp where we had previously dropped off our stuff (did I
forget that part?) and there we had some delicious hay that Susan
thoughtfully had brought and dropped off. Now there is a woman after
my own heart! Donkeys first! Always Donkeys first! You can tell she
must have been a donkey in one of her past life-times. She is always
attentive to our smallest needs. Not like that brute who guides us …
more on that later.</div>
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Meanwhile, with a field of grass, long
hobble lines, hay in profusion and water always filled, life is
looking better. I believe we're here for 4 full days before leaving
again. He has so much repair work to do and there is that “kick
off” meeting of the PCT. Already an elderly couple came around to
take our pictures. I'm sure we're going to be famous, I'll be the
star of course and Jimmy by my side to make me look better. This
could become fun.
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Alright. I'll let you rest from my
jabber. Just have a kind thought for the miserable donkey that I am
and in a few days I'll let you know what happens.
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Pascal</div>
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As I hike, I meet a lot of people who
often ask me this question “ are you doing this journey alone?”
my answer now typically is “if I was really good you'd think a
woman would have found out by now”. This basically says that I feel
as if I've given 2/3 of my income to women, I've really tried to
share myself and whom I am, I've insured security & safety, and
yet the woman I met with whom I had children has not chosen to live
“my life”. I can't blame her, my life is a crazy permanent life
style where all is possible and I am immersed in the “here &
now”. So that's not very secure, and on top of that I'm sensual, I
love to make love, make the other go beyond know pleasures … just
being a full being, sensual, emotional, intellectual, worldly, … I
guess it's just not in the cards that I should share this. So I sit
on the side of the trail, a diner of Kinoa with Tuna fish &
spices, a desert of dried fruits & nuts and a little wine left to
accompany this. Life is difficult … on the trail. I love it even is
I can only share with Daisy & Jimmy my trusty companions.</div>
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<i>... rappel, vous pouvez traduire en choisissant la langue</i><br />
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<b>I have always found amazing the answers one gets ... of course it is in the manner of reading it, the mirror of your own visions.</b><br />
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<b>A good start oracle for the trip in 11 days ... </b><br />
<b>(you can try on the web <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">http://flytrapinteractive.com/~complimentary/iching/</span>)</b><br />
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41. Sun - Decrease</h3>
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-- -- above Kên Keeping Still, Mountain
-- --
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----- below Tui The Joyous, Lake
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The Judgement
Decrease combined with sincerity
Brings about supreme good fortune
Without blame.
One may be persevering in this.
It furthers one to undertake something.
How is this to be carried out?
One may use two small bowls for the sacrifice.
The Image
At the foot of the mountain, the lake:
The image of Decrease.
Thus the superior man controls his anger
And restrains his instincts.
Changing Lines
Changing yang at the bottom means:
Going quickly when one's tasks are finished
Is without blame.
But one must reflect on how much one may decrease others.
Changing yang in the second place means:
Perseverance furthers.
To undertake something brings misfortune.
Without decreasing oneself,
One is able to bring increase to others.
Changing yin in the third place means:
When three people journey together,
Their number decreases by one.
When one man journeys alone,
He finds a companion.
Changing yin in the fourth place means:
If a man decreases his faults,
It makes the other hasten to come and rejoice.
No blame.
Changing yin in the fifth place means:
Someone does indeed increase him.
Ten pairs of tortoises cannot oppose it.
Supreme good fortune.
Changing yang at the top means:
If one is increased without depriving others,
There is no blame.
Perseverance brings good fortune.
It furthers one to undertake something.
One obtains servants
But no longer has a separate home.
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For reference: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.unap.eu/stage_formation_ane/accueil.htm">http://www.dreamchaserpmu.org/</a></b></span> This where Susan is coaching me to train the donkeys in Arizona<br />
Only 20 days and I'll be on the trail! I'm starting to find the time short ... but looking forward to getting on the trail.<br />
Ordered my GPS for the Trail ... hope I learn how to use it<br />
Should receive my solar panel & energy storage system ... this week<br />
Have so much to do that days seem quite short. The desert here is blooming, I long to be immersed in the wonders of this country's natural marvels.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From our refuge to our new life</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First look at my two friends ... to be</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello Jimmy, I'm your new leader</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you have to be VERY patient to convince Daisy to walk up a hill ...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Measuring the Packsaddle size</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jimmy is patient while I try to figure out his size</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heart to heart talk, Daisy is listening</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The man who gave me Daisy & Jimmy ... a God sent</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With blod on my hands ... the pack saddles are becoming a reality</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The HEROs team loading Jimmy & Daisy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nathalie is behind the scene ... she found Dreamchaser for me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jimmy being patient with me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Listening to country music at the RoadRunner café</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are the best, don't be so shy Daisy!</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-7715168530767603702013-03-24T22:39:00.000-07:002013-03-24T22:42:46.310-07:00<br />
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Dreamchaser</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: x-small;">The stems of this Cholla break loose very easily (it is also called jumping cholla). This cactus is famous for the way their spines get then stuck in the skin of the their victim. </span></td></tr>
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Returned from California but stopped at
the trail head in Campo to see if I could camp there the day I'm
dropped off with the Donkeys. Also checked the Morena lake meeting
site of those hiking the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT hence-forth). Mike
at the ranger station was quite formal about not being able to bring
animals on county park land, but then after I pointed out the PCT is
an equestrian trail he suggested I camp on National Forest land
outside the County Park but only 100 yards from the event. At present
good grass and a quiet canyon seem to be a great place to camp. I'll
get there a day ahead so as to insure I have settled in before the
crowd arrives.</div>
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The trail head with it's monument was
dreary. The wall of shame seperating the US from Mexico, just like
the wall in Israel, reminds me that we treat our fellow men so
shamefully. Why can we allow commercial transparency and not human
transparency of our frontiers. I'm quite aware of the misery of the
world invading our santuary of wealth, however we created much of the
misery so why not take some responsibility?</div>
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Wealth wants to prey on humans to
extract profits but refuses to assume the consequences. In the ideal
world for wealth, we would have silent hard working people producing
like the chinese for negligeable costs (they don't even take into
account the labor costs of materials produced there). Why pay for
health care, welfare, retirement …? even education reduces profits
unless it is targeted for holding “useful” jobs.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOQ8ROn_5y2bs6WdTlbLpzrj_xHZFX5S_r1sOsUpr9T5ou4kq6SATEHWm83fmBbW5W0JrffpUlxZtp51-sb_1-8-8VyQf1r3Q0oWWD8LtLtSTGYGqw3OpVPDovnTlOpdP_I-sUOyIDhVY/s1600/M1260039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOQ8ROn_5y2bs6WdTlbLpzrj_xHZFX5S_r1sOsUpr9T5ou4kq6SATEHWm83fmBbW5W0JrffpUlxZtp51-sb_1-8-8VyQf1r3Q0oWWD8LtLtSTGYGqw3OpVPDovnTlOpdP_I-sUOyIDhVY/s320/M1260039.JPG" width="320" /></a>People should do like us the rich and
pay for any and all services since the basic services aren't even
good enough to guarantee our well being. Can we deny that all these
young people not working or the old folks are just costing us lots of
money? They use the system to avoid having to work, but work is noble
and even if you can't earn enough to live decently you should work as
a matter of ethics. If I earn money thanks to “junk bonds” or
skimming off the profits through fiscal paradises, well anyone can do
it so why are the poor complaining? Small businesses (like in France)
should pay 38% tax while large international corporations only pay 5
to 6% by displacing their profits. Banks and audit firms that are the
real actors of the financial world cannot be held accountable for
loopholes in legistlation and cannot be brought to bankupcy since the
whole financial edifice would fall. So like it or not, the poor,
uneducated, intellectually deficient, mentally unstable, old and
especially foreigners need to be walled out of our society so we can
be well, safe and amongst our wealthy selves.
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If for as long as we can remember we
encouraged childbirth (we still do!) we realize now that 80% of the
people are rather useless for the rich (no longer a mass consumer
society). This is the major confrontation in front of us that will
condition the years 2050 … A good H2N1 flue killing off over 50% of
the population would solve the problem … but the rich might be
affected!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">US - MEX "wall of shame", Ich bin ein Berliner said Kennedy, where have we gone wrong?</td></tr>
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Please excuse the long argument, I just
find so shamefull that we need to live in closed communities, that we
eradicate walls on our frontiers, that we spend so much wealth and
lives protecting ourselves from problems that we created initially by
our behaviour and our egoistical management of ressources (example
the Colorado river water).</div>
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I talked to a border guard about the
memorial plaque where the PCT starts concerning the death of a border
patrolman. We create situations where our young people and legal
representatives get killed enforcing laws that oppress people. Who
bears the responsibility? The killer or the ones that set the killer
up? What about the lawmakers that cater to lobbies and vote laws and
loopholes that put people in life endangering situations?</div>
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I am a proponent for working on issues
by looking at the whole picture, like any project management expert,
if you ignore the environment, the initial causes, the root issues …
how can you propose solutions that will last? Makup never eliminated
old age. The creases of life in the face of a man or woman can be
beautiful on a person that lives in harmony.</div>
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There is an age for learning,
experiencing, taking responsibility, and now it seems I'm entering
the age of trying to use words to share awareness. Our leaders head
us for disasters by ignoring root issues, I guess I try to lead to
awareness. I remember being in a waiting line for an airplane and
meeting a nice family with 2 young teen agers. We talked and shared
about life experience and really enjoyed the meeting. Then for some
reason the conversation turned to politics and I stated that Al
Quaida was originally an organization that was financed by the CIA
through Ben Laden to counter the Russians. The father just about beat
me and told his family to no longer speak to me. I only stated what
is a documented fact admitted by the CIA it'self. Interesting how
some persons do not want to SEE, HEAR let alone let themselves THINK
on their own.
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Well I'm back to Dreamchaser and
hopefully the donkeys will be available and we can go get them on
monday.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-73955362112558507922013-03-06T13:41:00.002-08:002013-04-17T05:46:43.953-07:00I'm on the way ...<br />
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The work is done, the preparations
including endless hours on internet are “as ready as I'll be” and
the friends have all had their say; “come back” was often heard.</div>
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I even wrote an open letter to the
members of the Right To Die with Dignity association (ADMD in French)
to suggest more democracy and less ego in management. I have the hope
that this organization founded by my father and friends and which I
presided in it's infancy, will someday be able to create a ground
force to guarantee the Associative spirit of it's founders.
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As I leave I relinquish many roles and
<span lang="en-US">responsibilities.</span> My role as a reference
person in the IT community giving support to people, my 30 yr of
social work for the right to die with dignity, my community work and
various IT expertise circles that gave me a role, thus “meaning”.
I have the experience of having migrated from continent to continent
several times in my life. Each time, you leave friends, situations …
the only way to be able to enter into a new “life”.
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I have found this not only in leaving
geographical situations, but also each time I progressed
professionally. You have to “give up” your special strengths to
evolve into new roles such as expert, manager, chief whatever, COO,
CEO ... and board member. Each time your old skills are no longer
essential while new skills are a necessity. In a career I'm convinced
that changing our roles is now inevitable. Not like our parent's
careers. Change even within any field of knowledge is inevitable as
our world moves faster and faster at the rate of Moor's LAW due to
computerisation. If you are not learning each day, consciously being
curious, talking to those who know and reading materials that
sometimes you might not completely understand at first … then you
are becoming obsolete. As a manager you have to build “learning
teams” and manage them with the idea that they must spend 30% of
their working time at least in a learning situation. By learning
situation I mean some of it can be in the field, some in the
classroom, … but most important the person has the right to do
things wrong. WRONG is essential for learning. A team that cannot do
wrong, is likely not learning. Your role is to insure that WRONG is
in a context where it can be managed and not damageable if need be.</div>
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So Patricia took me on a last gallop
with Adeline her daughter and kindly let me have her horse who obeys
well and her saddle which is really comfortable. It did not prevent
me from feeling the workout in my inside-leggs, but I was able to
spend two beautiful hours in the dunes, on the seemingly endless
beach, protected dunes and brush lands that surround our house. This
ride also confirmed my thoughts on acquiring an animal to ride once I
leave the Pacific Crest Trail. We also dined together and talked
about people who choose to travel with a horse drawn wagon. Work
animals pull the wagon and they have their horse tied to the back so
they have a mount and can leave the wagon to explore remote areas.
The wagon is a home with relative comfort that you do not have to
install each night. You roll on backcountry roads that are easy to
negotiate while keeping the freedom of the horse for roaming. Another
concept, not my approach, at least for the present.
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This has been a time for good meals,
champagne, digging out the old wine bottles and afternoons near the
fireplace. Adrien & Bruno our old friend came last weekend and we
played BELOTTE a french card game a little like bridge. An occasion
for laughter, memories, and mostly sharing in a warm friendly
atmosphere. Long walks on the beach and evenings discussing how to
change the world … is quite a good life (that I'm leaving!).</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgP8cCWfxalikd3Q2MNtNpsWHO2Ao-hAVpduUds3S3_IlIFh71XZJTJAryndSBYf5JzNsH2hGOilGTF_Wm_Cf9-p9pjYky7czDESEouu4pAH8orGLPkP-p7qjmUUOAIH4tM0cr4IB4JU/s1600/Thunder+mTSedona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgP8cCWfxalikd3Q2MNtNpsWHO2Ao-hAVpduUds3S3_IlIFh71XZJTJAryndSBYf5JzNsH2hGOilGTF_Wm_Cf9-p9pjYky7czDESEouu4pAH8orGLPkP-p7qjmUUOAIH4tM0cr4IB4JU/s320/Thunder+mTSedona.jpg" width="320" /></a>My wife & I discussed the final
issues with the life organization and the emerging new life for each
of us. Interesting to see the slow steady evolution of thoughts over
the last year. What is never said is the real love that we share even
if life is leading us on different paths. As I am part of it I'm
totally unaware of what is really going on, I feel like an “innocent”
as I discover other's view of the situation, certainly not the
calculating type even if I do anticipate, we'll see where Veronique
takes the family and our “couple”. For now I've done all I could
to set her up in a comfortable life, and leave without any regrets.
I'll have to face whatever happens when it happens.
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I've applied for the PCT permit and
been told that I MUST have a known start point. Organizations and
systems are built with pre-conceived ideas on how things MUST be. In
my case I will only know once I have the animals. It does not change
the nature of the permit since I'll be traveling on the trail more
than 500 miles. As an IT Director, I understand and sympathise with
the idea that permits must be issued from place A to place B. But as
a real human being, (you know, those that create exceptions because
they are individuals and not part of the masses) … I have a real
case situation where if the “requirements”for 500 miles are me;t
there can be no definitive point A until I am ready to start. Systems
are thought out by persons that either have limited real experience
or have been briefed incompletely about the task to automate. I
graduated with a thesis on applied SYSTEMIC thinking, where I had to
develop solutions with the understanding that a system is an
equilibrium between all elements that come into play and the ability
for the system to adapt to it's ever changing environment. Hopefully
as computerisation of our society matures, we will develop systems
for whom exceptions are “learning situations” that adapt to real
human needs rather than imposing on us a simplistic approach based on
bit thinking: O and 1. I'm sure I'll be able to find a solution by
talking with the PCT people and hopefully I can help them take this
type of requirement into their scheme of thinking. Meanwhile I'd love
to be at the ADZPCTKO, the name for the kick off party for those
doing the PCT on April 26<sup>th </sup> at lake Moreno. This will
depend on my start date and where I start, which itself depends on
where I find the animals.</div>
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On the equipment side, I've finally
opted for simplicity and a minimalist approach. The essential gear
aside from basic camping and clothing is POWER, GPS /music /phone
/camera /radio /compass /display interface /barometer/... and MAPS.
I'm still working out on buying either a dedicated GPS or phone
integrating GPS … Maps are the issue. The satellite solutions are
excellent but require about $5000 so I'll start without and hopefully
along the way I can find a sponsor or collect enough money through my
productions to warrant this type of purchase which would provide
better security. In New York, aside from trying to see friends, I'll
be shopping and either buying on the spot or via internet once I have
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Of course I don't want to pay VAT
(value added tax; tax on work, what about tax on profit?) and obtain
items at the lowest cost. As long as we have societies where some can
buy without paying and other cannot, I'd rather be on the “without”
side of things. Once our societies understand (realize?) that laws
and regulations should apply to all, and do what's required (example
eliminate fiscal Paradises) then I'll willingly contribute by paying
VAT to paying for the country's useful expenses … we all need
theses services, we must be able to influence the choices through our
votes, AND all of us, either rich or poor, need to participate
proportionately. Today, the rich get away with not paying and it's
the middle class, the lower middle class and the poor that pay while
our governing bodies, made of lawyers and lobbies insure a small
clique remains in power and gets rich. Until each of us decides “it's
enough” and DO something about it … these few can continue to
oppress the poor and milk the middle class.</div>
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The day I left France, I had my wallet
stolen (did they unzip my pouch or did it undo itself?) anyhow when I
started calling the credit card companies I learned someone was
trying to use my credit cards. Aside from loosing the cash the main
problem is recuperating my French Passport. I find incredible that
the new passport emission organization, having been put into place
recently (less than 3 yr) with a new electronic chip passport with
fingerprint identification, is unable to provide me with a duplicate
passport on an emergency basis (taking the plane next day). Again a
case of a technocrat not thinking the system through despite
implementing the required equipment throughout the country. Even the
“main office” in Paris cannot deliver a passport without a few
days to “process” the information. Having renewed my passport
only a few weeks ago I can testify that the database access, the
fingerprint scan and the mechanical production components should be
able to produce a unfalsifiable passport within 10 minutes. The
person who did mine took over an hour to fill the form on the
computer and it took another week to produce the passport … no
wonder our federal services cost so much. If we ran our firms the way
the state runs it's services, we would have failed for lack of
efficiency long ago. I called the consulate in Los Angeles and they
require over a week, cannot make an appointment before 2 weeks and it
takes two visits. The person on the phone even recommended I wait for
my return to France to get a passport! Happily there are exceptional
persons, Cecile from the the embassy called me back having read my
parallel written request and she organized both a special appointment
within 2 days and delivery in Phoenix at the consulate! I believe in
PEOPLE, they make systems work and ARE CAPABLE of making JUDGMENTS.</div>
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Going once again through the whole
procedure of check in at the airport, passing through customs and
security screening, it appeared to me once again that we are a highly
vulnerable society. People at service desks attempt to compensate
computer rigidity, deal with exceptional situations … when they are
conscientious; but had I been a terrorist I could have sneaked in any
number of items and when their computer did not work they had to
write the ticket by hand or freeze the check-in. With my electronic
gear I always get the security zealous treatment, and yet without
intending to, I shut down the whole system twice. No one seemed
concerned that stuff passed by without machine checking despite the
hoard of personnel. We are lucky that real terrorists are not well
organized nor are they able to study in depth our vulnerable systems,
at least up to now.</div>
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So I arrived at Yamuna's in New York,
how wonderful to see an old friend with whom I can speak of and share
without barriers what is important to each of us. Life in New York is
so demanding, that we did our best to share our lives but it takes
real availability and at least this weekend was not conducive for it.
I did get a real chance to see her in her life, admire her daughter's
maturity and talk with her companion. It is difficult to accept that
what I can see is not something I can act on. Each of us has to work
out our own way in life. You try to say “useful” things, things
that might provide handles for awareness, yet in truth you can only
“be a friend” and love the other person.
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This short visit to New York also
confirmed that retailers that carry sales items that are not
specifically “fitted” to the user, like clothes, or shoes, are
cheaper and delivered faster by the internet. Millions of shop
keepers and their staff will be put out of business by the internet
way of sales. Going around stores in New York, where 20 years ago I
would find real deals, I found nothing of interest. The stores I
visited reminded me of african shopkeepers who thought they were rich
because they had a boutique full of obsolete items (such as
electronic gear, household electrical items or pharmaceuticals). The
internet society is like a tsunami going to leave millions stranded
with debris from the destruction. Their present life schemes will no
longer support their way of life. The speed of required change is too
fast for people and no one can make it slow down. The gap between
those who are leading the change and those who must adapt to it is
widening with the people who cannot follow becoming a major handicap
in the world competition. This can only lead to totalitarianism or
revolution as our ruling oligarchies become aware that the “obsolete”
people have become the major “problem”. Too many humans consuming
the limited resources and no economic justification for maintaining
these “useless” populations in decent living situations. Unless
we change the rules of the “game” our human society's narrow
financially based present values will lead us to solutions of a
dramatic nature. We are in a multidimensional clash:</div>
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those who have verses those who
have not</div>
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waste of resources verses
destruction of our planet</div>
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western individualism verses asian
focus on group welfare (disregard of the individual)</div>
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In a global world we are ruled by local
interests or very powerful focussed communities such as Energy
companies, Water companies, Waste disposal companies, Al-Qa’ida
terrorists or religious fanatics. Have you though about where YOU fit
in the overall picture?</div>
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I am now with my friend Maureen in
Flagstaff. Airline flying used to be a joy, it now has become worse
than riding the subway with the controls, the minimal service, the
nickel and dime charges by airline carriers milking you at each phase
of the transportation. It is considered that people MUST travel. The
internet allows you to compare pricing and purchase at the least
cost, so now the real overall cost is hidden. The announced price is
low, but you can spend up to 50% more than you expected initially in
airport taxes, ticketing fees, food and beverage, … . And remember
that I had bought a ticket that was confirmed by the Ebookers agency
but they called me nearly 2 weeks later to inform me that the price
had gone up 150 Euros.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 generations of American Women in Arizona: Maureen, Meghann, Reilee the little one</td></tr>
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There are some hikes you remember all
of your life. Maureen took me on a 5 mile hike up the bear creek
trail in Sedona to wake up the muscles and discover Arizona at it's
best. The views on the red rocks and the strenuous but invigorating
trail gave me the feeling I was cleaning out the body, the mind and
the soul. Needed after long plane travels. It's always quite
wonderful to be with a friend with whom you can talk about anything
and everything. Even after years of separation you just take up the
conversation where you left off as if there had been no interruption.
Sometimes friends grow apart and you no longer are able to share.
People who have counted for me like my old friend François R, whom I
knew in 8<sup>th</sup> grade, have accompanied my life regardless of
each other's profession, activities, or social roles. We share an
understanding, an acceptance of the other, a profound self assurance
which makes it possible to be ourselves with the other. Maureen is
facing her demons which put barriers between the man and woman that
we are, but we profoundly recognize each other and enjoy the other's
presence as friends.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meghann archeologue reviewing a site</td></tr>
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The important news is that I have met
Susan Thompson from Dreamchaser <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Horse
Rescue and Rehabilitation Facility</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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N</span></span>athalie mentioned she knew someone who rescues horses
so I suggested (somehow insisted, why? I don't know) we stop by this
place at New River on her way to Phoenix. Susan quickly asked me the
questions needed to insure I was “real”. Then she offered me to
call Jim, arrange for a pair of donkeys and let me stay at the ranch
until I was ready for the trail. Jim is a retired professional who
has a natural feel about animals and Susan is sure that he can pick 3
pairs of donkeys our of the herd that would work for me. I'll then be
able to pick the pair with which I can establish the best contact.
Astounded, I mentioned I was going to California and would decide
from there, but I sense that she is just the person to help me
organize the right situation with the animals. We talked about
cleaning the animals of parasites, of insuring I had a proper medical
kit, that she would verify I could give the animals injections in
case of colics … I like the matter of fact, simple, direct and
anticipative thinking Susan has. Martine in France, with whom I
trained in Donkey Lore, is of the same mind set. You cannot be
devious with animals, this makes those who work with them every day
quite direct and whole as people. I look forward to this relationship
with my animals.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Navaho ball playing court</td></tr>
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Sitting in the desert prior to arriving
in California, I'll close this chapter here so I can post it. I drove
from Flagstaff to the Los Angeles basin going through beautiful
desert country. In one day I drove what should take me a month with
the donkeys. I imagine looking at the distance and saying to myself
that I can cross to the distant hill over there in 3 to 4 days …
today a whole month of walking took 4 hours of driving, another
rhythm of life. It seems right to stop writing here prior to entering
a new setting. Meeting the Sundown Ranch people, the Bureau of Land
Management, organizing the last preparations … next time I arrive
in California it will be to “hit the trail” … or else...
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PS. Let me know how you read this,
feedback helps me focus and adapt my content. Beware pictures are not always timed with text due to the lack of pictures for some sections, prior to starting the journey.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the real difficulty is identifying where I can adopt or buy the donkeys I need. The Bureau of Land Management has an adoption program but a guy going on a trail is not an option on the application form. So I need to convince them that I'll take good care of the animals and that I'll find them a good home once in Chile. Every person in the Donkey Rescue business has been assuming that I'll leave the donkeys with a horrible Chilean farmer that will mistreat the animals. Is it because donkeys are used as farm animals in south America ? Is it a prejudice ? Is it because the whole idea of the journey seems too far from their own reality ? I'm amazed that people would think that after 3 years of living daily with animals I could possibly be leaving them in a poor situation. My concern with adoption is that these are generally wild animals requirering much adaptation. However various experts seem to think that if the animals have been in a controlled environment for a few weeks and I work with them a few days, that they will very quickly adapt and adopt me. Of course I'll have to be careful the first month. Meanwhile I'm looking at various solutions all around the region where I plan to start.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amazing how many details have to be dealt with as you leave a life style and prepare for another. With friends wanting to visit up to the last minute and days being filled with small tasks (ex cleaning up files on storage systems, updating the computers at home, storing all items that you'll not use for a few years, going through clothing and either giving away what you'll not use, storing what could be useful upon returning, and deciding what to pack …)</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-54978137079116023712012-12-09T14:07:00.003-08:002012-12-09T14:07:47.682-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">Ceci m'a été envoyé par Martine mais l'origine est de Bouille Marius. Voir son site http://itinerairesdanesbates.blogspot.fr/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">"J’ai la nostalgie d’une de ces vieilles routes sinueuses et inhabitées qui mènent hors des villes... Une route qui conduise aux confins de la terre... où l’on puisse oublier dans quel pays on voyage... sur laquelle on chemine comme un pèlerin n’allant nulle part... où l’on ne rencontre que de rares voyageurs... où l’esprit est libre... qui vous conduise jusqu’aux régions les plus éloignées de la terre... elle est assez large... aussi large que les pensées qu’elle vous inspire...".</span></h1>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Henry David Thoreau</span></h1>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-5661935906558819162012-12-04T15:02:00.003-08:002013-12-12T09:46:14.639-08:00Pajamas<br />
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<b>I refuse to wear pajamas when
sleeping with a woman</b></div>
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These words tend to explain the reason
why I'm leaving at the age of 61, nearly 62 the woman with whom I
have raised Agate & Adrien, our grown up children, a comfortable
country house I have rehabilitated this year, and my friends.
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Life is a long journey that the Buddha
in each of us guides towards self knowledge. You don't have to think,
do, … to find yourself. The journey is inwards always regardless of
the exterior trappings. The only certainty is that you will end up
dead. That is the ultimate end of the journey for each of us. So who
wants to wear pajamas when sleeping with a woman? Or a Man?</div>
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I am exhausted from working on my
country home. It has radically changed in the last 9 months of work.
The garden is groomed, the house is now two possible apartments
sharing a common central heating, hot water, electricity and gas. All
is newly painted, the cat has a new double entry door through the
wall to keep the cold out and that gives directly into the kitchen
where he has his food, and both the new back door and the front door
have security latches with keys … not that this has ever been a
real concern, but is essential if the house is rented some day.</div>
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So why not stay in my nest and roost
while idling my time with sculpting delicious statues for the 9
pillars of the barrier between the house and the street? Why not
“just enjoy”, “create” … live daily with ease?</div>
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I went to the local bar yesterday to
treat my work helper to an after work drink and saw interesting
people wasting their life at the counter, drinking and hoping that
something WOULD happen. In fact I was the happening that evening and
served a round of drinks. Another reason probably for leaving in less
than 3 months now.
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When you're painting, scraping,
building … you have a lot of time to think. You pay attention to
what you're doing but as in all manual work, this leaves lots of time
to let the thoughts of your life penetrate and invade your
consciousness. Just like walking or meditation I should say.</div>
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How fortunate I am to be able to do
exactly what I want and like each day, and have the budget to do it
with. That is truly the biggest challenge I have faced since I was 19
years old. Just like my son or daughter today, I get to 'choose' my
life. But with so much more confidence in myself. Life has given me,
or should I say I have struggled years to obtain, the assurance that
as incompetent as I may be, I have no fear of tomorrow's challenges.
I know I know NOTHING of what awaits me, that it WILL be difficult
beyond what I can imagine today, but I have FAITH in my ability to
minimize the risks, face the unknown as it happens and through it all
both survive and live with the feeling that LIFE IS GOOD.</div>
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This is the time for introspection
before launching on the journey. Like the athlete or the artist, the
time before the play is a time of emotions, feelings, … you have to
let go of your super ego criticizing your expressed desires, your ego
wanting to control everything and your projected image amongst all
who know you. Birth of a “new me” in the shell of the “old me”.
Along the way some accompany you that you did not expect and those
closest to you are hiding from you, protecting themselves from the
separation.</div>
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I struggle with that one. Am I the one
creating the separation ahead of time to be free to leave when the
time comes? Or is it them, particularly my wife who says nothing? I
refuse to attempt to imagine what she is feeling, resenting,
struggling with because then I would make all sorts of films for myself which
would only be mirrors of what I would be living if roles were reversed. I
only ask her, and those questions hit loudly a wall of silence.
Silence in the word, silence in the acts of daily life, silence in
the bed. After all, do I have the right to ask her to be other than
what she manifestly wants to be. I'm just sad to observe that it
comforts me in wanting to lead separate lives.</div>
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Well, almost 3000 pages of this blog
have been read, but I don't know how many by robots … probably most
of them … is this a long self meditation? …. Could be ….if
people are reading this they are leaving very few messages. Perhaps
You?</div>
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PS. I have decided that all my
possessions will be frozen into an estate should anything happen to
me and until my death has been confirmed. The reason for this is that
should I be kidnapped, no one will be able to pay any ransom based on
my properties, that I have stated this officially and my accounts are
separated from those of my family so that <b>no one</b> would expect
me to pay them back should they decide to pay something and I have to
be in France in person and “free” to be able to act on my own
estate. No mandate is possible.
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This is both a safety issue and a
philosophical stance.
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If some idiot in the world wants to try
to bargain me against money, I refuse to have my estate used to “save
my life”. Most likely it would only serve to give money to
kidnappers and I would not be safer or have any guarantees of getting
out of the situation. I'd rather all know, both kidnappers and
rescuers, that I have only what I can draw with a credit card from a
bank which makes kidnapping me useless. Besides, I have to die some
day, if I cannot convince my kidnappers then I would rather either be
considered “useless” or eventually even end the trip there.
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By the way, this is NOT worrisome, just
one of the items that needs to be dealt with to prepare for the trip.</div>
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PSS. Tomorrow, today in a few minutes
is the birth day of Jean Marin, a friend whom I was raised with and
who took his own life … too soon. Our mothers used to put us in the
open drawers of a cupboard as a cradle when we were tiny. After a
weekend skying in the Alps for his 40th birthday, we both pro-created
daughters within a few days … .He could not compromise with
himself, thus with others. Too bad, we had great times together. He
missed out on being a father for his two children in their teens. I
miss him and will till I die no doubt. A good reason to want to
live.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-12879223613875989422012-11-01T23:39:00.001-07:002013-01-27T13:50:13.361-08:00Chez Martine (learning about donkeys)<br />
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Chez Martine</div>
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Martine is one of the first to believe
that Donkeys were on the “come back” after so many years of
neglect of this essential animal prior to the automobile. Choosing to
live on the family's gentleman farmer's estate over 40 years ago, she
has been a founder or co-founder of each of the main organizations in
France that address the breeding, training, and re-adaptation of the
donkey in our modern world either as an ecological farm work animal
(mostly for vegetables and specialty types of gardening including
work in hot houses) or as a leisure animal for the family.</div>
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I'll spare you the politics, only to
tell you that like in all associations, professional organizations
etc . It is difficult in our present world to grow a project with a
common goal that does not include a power struggle or a financial
gain. Despite efforts to focus on ideals, such as the well being of
the animals and their status, there are always people who see
associative organizations as a vehicule for their own self esteem,
financial gain and or power play.
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<a href="http://www.anerie.com/">http://www.anerie.com/</a></div>
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not respond to power games, authority without reason, or simply brute
force. By nature donkeys are sedentary animals that establish a
territory, defend it if needed, organize their lives as a heard where
each individual takes care of the others while living quite an
independent life. A smart animal donkeys can be “educated” to do
many things, but only because you have convinced him that doing it
was a “good thing”. Those that want to dominate, force the animal
to do things that are not in his opinion safe or sensible … will
find the donkey to be stubborn and this to the point of exasperation.
But if you listen, observe and take the time to dialogue with the
animal, provided he has not been traumatized in a previous life, he
will respond and do incredible things to help you in whatever
endeavor you have.<br />
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Here I want to say that people who have
donkeys as decorations in their yards, as a toy for their kids, and
who generally treat the donkey as a pet are in fact creating terrible
conditions of life for their animal. Bad treatment of this type is
common and over feeding, bad mannerisms and negligence should be
identified and dealt with to protect these good spirited and generous
animals.</div>
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As a sedentary animal the donkey needs
his own space where he is “free” to do as he likes. Then when you
want to teach him, work him, use him for a task, he needs to be taken
out of his SPACE and taught that when this occurs he is “working”
thus not free to do as he likes. Just like children in school, they
love to learn but need a framework of conditions to focus on the task
at hand. Also in the same sense, you need to respect the donkey's
perceptions of personal space. If you approach from the front and
extend your arm to him, for him this is an aggression, thus he is
likely to turn away or react negatively since you enter his buble of
comfort. Just like you when you meet someone, if you are too close or
that you allow yourself to touch them, most likely you will offend
the person. However if you enter like would another donkey on the
side, scratch them (not a pat which is an agression) and most
importantly talk to them, then they will not object to your presence
and eventually allow you to start work.</div>
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Donkeys consider you to be “part of
the heard” … once you have established contact. As such you need
to learn Donkey language and behaviour, most of it body language and
speech to let them know when you approve, disaprove of something or a
behaviour. A set of simple commands, creating a “reward” that is
a caress, an immediate (less than 3seconds) reaction to a “bad
move” etc … and NO “goodies” such as carots or apples which
in their metabolism works as if you gave your kid a “candy bar”.
You can give them something like that but not on a regular basis and
only occasionally.</div>
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So I have spent a couple of weeks
almost with these 7 donkeys at Martine's house and was able beyond
the excellent theory courses by Martine and her collegues each
specializing in “feet care”, equipment, and various activities
with donkeys (hiking, riding, pulling a cart or working the land), to
establish a functional relationship with each animal. Of course I
know I know “nothing” since each relationship is a special
investment with the need to “recognize” the spirit and will of
each other. But we did an interesting exercise which was to go to a
fair where they sell donkeys and horses and I learned how to
recognize a potential candidate for my journey. The feet need to be
well aligned, vertically when viewed from all directions, the hoof
not deformed which means manicured or used naturally correctly so
that the animal has not developped structural issues. The back on
young ones are not yet level, when you work an animal you want his
whole body to be sufficiently mature. I'll be looking for animals at
least 5 years old and not over 10 (maximum 15) years old. The teeth
slant is more pronounced on older animals and of course it is
essential to inspect the whole mouth as poor dental structure or over
use indicates futur problems. You need to choose a rather underfed
rather than a fat animal. Many more health issues with fat animals
both structurally as well as internally. Beware the “gloss” of
the coat is important to avoid animals with imballanced or parasited
digestive systems. Walking the animal, paying attention to his
behaviour … are all important preliminary steps to finding a work
companion. Then comes the critical issue, is there a personal contact
with the animal? Does he pay attention to you as soon as you meet? Do
you “feel” him and does he tolerate your presence? Without
letting the emotional enthousiasm overcome your analytical approach,
only animals that you determine you have a feeling for are worth
considering. Whenever possible, just like when you hire a person for
work, you should find a way to establish a trial period where you can
handle, work and become familiar with the animal. After all, you are
not buying a car, but a living creature that will interact with you
and make your life either miserable or full of joys. I feel ready to
try.</div>
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The week's program was conducted by
several experts, sometimes in team to allow more individual tutoring.
The experts knew their stuff, their years of practice allowed us to
ask a wide range of questions and each participant to focus on his
individual project:
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One day of overall knowledge about
the animal, his history, his living habits, including anatomical and
physiological knowledge.</div>
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One day of work on the feet with
cleaning, trimming, shoeing and other treatments including
diagnostic of health issues and ways to treat them. Hands-on
practice was quite interesting and every day we handled the feet
prior to any work with the animals.</div>
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One day on the material, the
various contexts in which you can work the animals (farm work,
pleasure rides and pack-saddle operations, the raising of donkeys to
create mules …). Each halter type, saddle type, and equipment to
pull was installed several times on the animals and examples of
variants per culture or region of the world was discussed. The types
of materials used, the ergonomy of the material to make it
comfortable for the animals, the options and common errors were
also covered.</div>
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One day at the fair to practice
identification of issues with animals, discuss with sellers and
observe process followed by a few hours on the legal,
administrative, and business considerations for those wishing to
establish an activity with donkeys.</div>
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The last day was devoted to the
carriages and other work with donkeys. We were able to practice
getting the animals ready, go through the process of getting animals
used to a cart or other devices, handling the animals using voice
and reigns, and of course took a ride.</div>
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During the courses, anecdotes, examples
and many stories were told to illustrate the dos and dont's of the
best practices. We visited several sites where people had developped
various activities. Tidbits such as learning why you mount a horse
from the left were shared (this was so that the saber would not
impeed climbing on the saddle.</div>
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Fortunately I was able to spend a
little time with Martine on site and thus was able to complete the
formal course work with extensive discussions on the specifics of my
proposed venture. Mostly this conforted me in my expectations that if
I have much to learn, none of it is out of my reach nor more
difficult than simply taking the time to adapt and develop good
practices.</div>
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Possibly, one change is that I might
after the first 6 months (basically the PCT) acquire a big donkey, a
mule or possibly even a mustang to ride as well as walk … we'll
see.</div>
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Did I mention the good food, the wines,
the “home life” feeling that enabled the 10 students to feel
comfortable, participate in daily life activities and learn from each
other. An important part of the training allowed students to be
focussed on learning while sharing life experiences.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-81826652505538738362012-08-23T23:17:00.002-07:002013-12-12T09:38:52.591-08:00I have been contacting associations and working on the route. As I tell my friends about this journey, they come up with stories, share their concerns and even send me pictures.<br />
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As part of the preparation, we had a family diner with my daughter Agate, son Adrien and Veronique my wife where I explained to all the planned route for the journey and most important that I was not leaving them without resources and would remain available in case of emergencies. I am planning to be regularly several months a year in France and share the family life I have helped to create. I also explained that I had committed to creating a home environment to raise the kids and that now that they are adults, each one needed to take his path in life. Agate cried and said I was abandoning them. These are times where each one needs to grow and assume his own life's course. It is part of my way of relating to others, put them in situations where they cannot just depend on me while knowing that I'm present and will always be there for them. I'm willing to help, be there when needed, but not serve as a crutch for the handicap of looking at your own life straight in the face. We are both ALL TOGETHER and TOTALLY alone in life.<br />
Another fear was that I would leave Veronique without resources so I explained to them that Veronique was provided for and had her own resources to lead her life, another life than mine. It is difficult to explain that the family unit is not threatened while the life of each individual is taking different paths. Then came statements like "you might never come back" or " I don't see you coming back" ... to which I can only say that if it is possible, I'm not planning to die soon and that what I'm doing, if it seems 'adventurous', certainly is not more dangerous than crossing the street, it just is not a usual way of life within the social morays.<br />
It is part of preparing such a journey to give time to those who are close to you to get used to the idea and progressively allow them to let go of their own fears. Individuals need different time frames to adjust to emotional, conceptual and physical changes in their environment. I'm sure that by the time I leave there will be several passages where emotions and fears will emerge and need soothing.<br />
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As for friends, I tell them to come and join me while on their vacations. It is a way to say that I am not leaving them, only living my life and inviting them to join this part of my life to pursue our friendship. They have to understand that friendship is also sharing experiences together.<br />
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When will you start thinking about joining the journey ???<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564483075495835092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723155742661168731.post-65462029620455978082012-08-10T03:50:00.001-07:002013-12-12T09:35:19.663-08:00The journey<br />
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Ears 2 Chile</b></span></div>
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The world is full of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">natural wonders</span>
that we talk about and dream to see. There is a time in life when you
have to decide wether to keep these as dreams or actually LIVE the
singular experience that the Oceans, Mountains, and Nature in general
has to offer. The paths to awareness are many, this happens to be my
path … that I'd like to share with you.<br />
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<i>Language source is English, but you can read in any language using at the bottom of the page the translator from GOOGLE. Not as good as the original, it allows you to follow ... </i></div>
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The west coast of the Americas is a
land of dreams. Pionneer Europeans, natives or even migrants of all
times have recounted the tales of this land as a human experience
that are now in our common culture. It's history since the
conquistadors, the gold 49ers, the Mexican, latin american and
central american revolutions has largely focussed on the conquering
mentality of our western culture. It has often overlooked the
incredible beauty, natural wonders and inherent treasures of the land
where first nation cultures used to live in a balanced non
destructive harmony.</div>
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April 2013 two donkeys and I will begin
on the Pacific Crest Trail on a 2 year 9000+ miles journey to reach
Puerto Montt, the shipbuilder's paradise, starting point of another
trip by boat.</div>
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Our journey will begin on the Pacific
Crest Trail, this is a well documented 5 months long trail
practicable for horses throughout the states of Washington, Oregon
and California. It meanders throughout the remaining wilderness of
the west coast while retracing the historical steps of such legends
as John Muir. At the Mexican border one needs to reach Mexicali to
cross over and then dive east into the rocky mountains extension into
Mexico who's eastern slopes allow you to reach Mexico City and
further on to Guatemala, El Salvator, Nicaragua and Costa Rica.”'
Meandering through mountain passes and low lands towards the Panama
Canal we will have to go over uncharted terrain to find the right
route to reach the Columbia foothills and climb progressively the
Andes, crossing over to it's eastern side and it's villages in the
upper Amazone. Then the route is due south cutting through Equator
and Peru to once again rise over the mountains to stay on the western
side of the Andes throughout Chile.</div>
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This is NOT an expedition, not an
adventure (in the sense of those events organized on TV), not a
challenge or an attempt to prove anything … as if life was made to
struggle against something. NO, this is a means to experience a way
of life, a means of living in harmony with the land, meet it's
people, and all living creatures while personnally continuing to
grow. This journey will be documented in films and a “blog” (log
book with pictures) that will attempt to capture: the experience, the
encounters, the present state of the environment. Last year I did
this during a 4500 Km trip by canoe across Canada, see
<a href="http://www.mountains2montreal.ca/">www.mountains2montreal.ca</a>.</div>
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Planned initially as a journey for a
couple as I have learned the importance of sharing daily human
experience when I spent 4 months alone in the Tahitian Islands in
2010; I will be starting off alone as my wife begins another life.
People will be invited to join on long or short periods based on
their ability to respond to the spirit of the journey. Walking an
average of 20km per day, there will be time to stop and stay with
people or in wilderness areas that compel one to spend a little time
to appreciate the environment. At times night walks, long days in the
deserts, and obligatory crossings of car designed environments will
require endurance and determination.
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At 62 with extensive experience both in
the wilderness and achieving objectives, after a carreer as an IT
Director in major international firms, I both know that I know
nothing of what awaits me yet feel confident and secure that I'll be
in Puerto Montt in 2015. As my father would have said “beware of
what you want, you might get it”, and though we never know what
tomorrow has in store for you, I really want to do this trip and will
deal with health and local issues as I meet them. I know that YOU,
reading this, and all those I will meet on the way, will join me in
spirit, in person and/or help me because sharing our humanity is a
means of feeling good about ourselves.
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I have always been a wanderer. As my
mother in law says “ Pascal would talk to a sitting dog”, meaning
I like to meet people, find that in the world there is a community of
people who think, feel, experience life as I do and like to share
essential parts of themselves with me even if tomorrow or in a few
days I move on … to another meeting. I like to teach skills I have,
make music, work on a garden or a building project … and most of
all share daily life with love.</div>
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I tend to take time to prepare a
journey acknowledging that age and limited ressources require that
you pay attention to details. I'm leaving with 2 donkeys who will
carry light loads. This will allow me to walk at a good pace and yet
have about one month of food autonomy. Water will be extra weight in
regions where it is scarce and needs to be rationned. Donkeys like
having company and having 2 will allow for more autonomy and security
in case someone twists an anckle, in case one Donkey has a foot
problem, etc … Donkeys are sturdy, sure footed and able to live on
the land in most environments which is not true of Mules or Horses.
Smaller animals, they tend to be easier to care for and are
remarkably intelligent contrary to traditional lore.</div>
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The journey will be a shared
experience. Shared with participants, shared by encounters, shared
through blog postings and film making, shared by those who will want
to participate in creative manners before, during and after the
journey.</div>
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Even before starting, just as for all
my journeys, I already know that this journey would not be possible
without the help of many at all phases of the journey. Hopefully like
for my previous journeys where I taught people how to make bread,
pizzas, chicken coops, gardens, … this journey will also be a means
of bringing to others, in a non commercial/financial relationship, life skills, awareness and important moments in
their lives. An example is the collection of berries, plants, etc and offering them in villages against whatever another person wishes to give me (even nothing is ok). This is the only way for me to consider life worthwhile.</div>
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The journey will find it's own shape
over the 2 to 3 years time frame with regular returns to see family and friends and manage to be present for all as well as deal with administrative stuff. Although basically I expect to
reach Puerto Montt in Chili, weather, encounters, health, and many
other factors will undoubtedly change my vision, shape the route and
give life to a particular trip that will BE LongEars2Chile and not
what I can imagine today. Life has always been for me the meeting
place between my desires, my ability to make things happen as I would
like them to happen and the opportunities, realities and encounters I
have made along the route. Who could have predicted meeting the
mother of my children at 38, a successful international career, crossing Canada in a canoe …
etc and now, much like Martin Luther King, I say “I have a dream”
… and let life find it's way to making my vision exist.</div>
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