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Tag Archives: Tales
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
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













