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[pct-l] 6th ADZPCTKO
- Subject: [pct-l] 6th ADZPCTKO
- From: Bighummel at aol.com (Bighummel@aol.com)
- Date: Tue Apr 20 20:22:04 2004
All of you ADZ'ers listen up! We are all set to gather and send you 2004'ers
off up the great winding trail of wilderness!
A few requests;
- Ice and ice chests
- Tables
- Coffee makers
- Side dishes, salads, etc. potluck for Friday dinner
- Bring your own dishes, silverware, cups (although we are prepared if you
forget).
- Bring a smile ;-)
Please try to carpool if you can as parking will be at a premium. Follow
the Lake Morena Campground directions on where to park if all of the campsite
parking is taken. Please don't park in a campsite if you are not camped there,
unless you have the permission of those who are (such as thru-hikers who
didn't bring cars!)
Find me or Carl Siechert or Bill "AsABat" Jeffries or Donna Saufley or Bob
Riess or Terry Thompson or Jason Cramer or Christine Kudija or anyone else with
a radio on their hip if you have any questions, AFTER you first check the INFO
Central Board.
Feel free to post usefull trail information on the INFO Central Board. There
will be two sides for expanded space this year.
The group photo will be a great challenge this year with nearly 500
attendees!
Looking forward to meeting all of you 2004'ers and getting together with all
of you ADZ veterans!
Greg "Strider" Hummel
Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading
to the most amazing view.
May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys
tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets' towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through
miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock,
blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again
into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your
deepest dreams waits for you --
beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
"Earth Prayer" Edward Abbey