DECEMBER 7
Waking in daylight, it was time to wander. Joshua Tree had long been on my To Do List,
as it came very highly recommended by my ex-girlfriend (that’d be ex #2,
working in reverse chronological order).
What I always forget is what a tough traveler she is. Not like "she prefers B & B’s over
all-inclusives". More like, she actually
used to lead three week primitive hiking trips in the Idaho desert for at risk
youth carrying nothing but a bed roll, flint and steel, a knife, and
lentils. As such, I guess I shouldn’t
have been surprised that Joshua Tree was extremely barren and desolate as
national parks go.
My legs were s#it soup after a hard week of training. I went for a little “easy” run that turned
into a painful 4.7 miles covered in about an hour. Yup, that slow. It was sandy single track and even required
some scrambling to get to the top of Mastadon Peak.
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