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[pct-l] Au Revoir Pink Motel
- Subject: [pct-l] Au Revoir Pink Motel
- From: StoneDancer1 at aol.com (StoneDancer1@aol.com)
- Date: Tue Dec 28 17:40:34 2004
Because I left Lake Morena at noon on Saturday, and missed Meadow Ed's
stories of water, I did not know the Pink Motel existed. After struggling to
Cabazon to pick up supplies and struggling with rain to get back to the Trail, I
walked through the desert. Suddenly, there was the sign "Welcom PCT Hikers",
followed shortly by a sign "No Trespassing." I struggled with the paradox
awhile and then headed up the road. One of my fondest memories of the Trail
was coming around to the back door, having it open a crack, and an arm,
bearing a frosty beer, emerge... all attached to the warm smile of Ian-the-Brit.
We sat through the afternorn and watched the storm rage across the face of San
Jacinto, listening to the 1812 Overature on a portable radio and the wind
wrestle across the windows and eaves of the house.
I will not miss the Mouse Olypics which kept me awake most of the night, but
I WILL miss the feeling of peace and security and warmth (not to mention the
referigerator) and the most marvelous view of a world of rock and snow and
wind and sand from the kitchen window of the Pink Motel.
"No Way" Ray Echols