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“He may be just a tramp, a guy that likes to roam about this great country without any special aim, just to thank the Lord for these beautiful mountains.”
-B. Traven, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
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“. . .here, where there are still the silences and the loneliness of the earth before man, . . .”
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Author Archives: Jack Elliott
Pine Mountain Lodge Camp
Last November I set off in late afternoon on the punishing climb up the Gene Marshall Trail from the Piedra Blanca trailhead to the top of Pine Mountain and the camp near the old Pine Mountain Lodge site . Don’t … Continue reading
Oaxacan Jungle, Mexico
Wooden walkways and tile roofs amidst the verdant tangle of the Oaxacan coast.
Bedrock Mortar On Munson Creek, Pine Mountain
I intended to hike up the canyon to Munson Spring, but a rather dense bramble of wild rose eventually forced me to turn around. My thin nylon hiking pants were no match for all the tiny thorns and my legs … Continue reading
Jack Elliott's Santa Barbara Adventure 