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This was the bare-assed hill we woke up on in the Mojave National Preserve, just outside Ludlow, Calif., around 7 a.m. on Friday, April 1, 2004.
We'd arrived after midnight and it was raining hard when we unpacked the new tent and put it up in the dark for the first time. The wind blew so hard during the night, we were worried that the rain fly might blow away. By morning, Wilem and Ted were cold and wet. So we had to strike camp and locate a laundramat and a hot breakfast. | |||
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