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[pct-l] More weird stuff
One day in 1992 I hiked from Guitar Lake to the summit of Whitney, then
down the 100 switchbacks to the crowded ghetto known as Trail Camp. I
was utterly exhausted. I sat down on a boulder and said, "I never knew
there could be so many rocks in the world, and I would have to step on
every one of them." I mustered the energy to set up my camp and make
dinner, then crawled into the sack about 7 PM. Someone in Trail Camp
had packed in a trumpet and was playing it real good, for free.
Nevertheless I prevailed on my hiking companion to hunt the trumpeter
down and tell him to quit for the night, as I needed my sleep. What a
selfish oaf I was. No one has ever been rude enough to tell me to quit
> I almost forgot. A friend of mine used to occasional take his trombone on solo backpacks. And once I saw a guy with a saxophone backpacking.
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