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We or she got a real tent, too heavy for my liking almost seven pounds, and I told her she would have to carry it. But it was great, a roomy two person tent with a netted top and what is called a fly, that was a lightweight separate covering for over the top. We decided to go back to Marble Mountains after the crowds had left and so went the day after Labor Day that same summer up to Sky High Lake. Takes about seven hours to drive up there from San Francisco, so we started hiking maybe around three-thirty in the afternoon. I carried all sorts of crap, like tons of clothes, a knee-length coat, flour, pots and pans, various food stuffs for recipes I had dreamed-up like corn-bread. My pack could have weighed as much as sixty or seventy pounds. Most weight I ever carried by twice.
We had to climb fifteen hundred to two thousand feet is a rough guess, and it was a killer. When we got to the lake there were just three young people there and they were leaving. We had the whole lake to ourselves for a week.
As we passed by the camp they were deserting, we noticed they had left a heap
of cooked Oatmeal on the ground. This would be incidental later that night. We picked a camp removed from the rest, at the East end of the lake in a little flat dirt valley, between a sheer granite cliff straight up for maybe 800 feet and a lake run-off creek.
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