Word: trailing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Soon you get the feeling-an illusion, really-that you don't really need the luxuries of civilization, or its arbitrary restraints. Once, backpacking along the John Muir Trail in California's Sierra Nevada, I left the path and bushwhacked across the high country for a day. It was a foolish idea. I was inexperienced, unsure of where I was heading, unprepared for bad weather. Climbing over huge boulders that ancient glaciers had dropped like pebbles along the timber line, I became terrified. What if I broke a leg or got lost? Miles of wilderness surrounded me. When...
...Butterfield campers come from the Los Angeles and San Diego areas; some, like the Robert Templetons and Dan Kivettes of nearby Yucaipa, arrive as two-family groups. While the husbands are off deep-sea fishing in the Pacific 25 miles away, the children can be riding on a bike trail and the wives taking a stroll in the woods. "We keep the camper stocked so we can take off on 30 minutes' notice," says Donna Templeton...
...luxurious, lovers of the primitive still cling to what they consider genuine camping-backpacking through the woods, relying on trees, canvas and perhaps a lean-to for shelter. TIME's Boston correspondent Philip Taubman is one such purist. Last week he and his wife Felicity tromped the Long Trail in Vermont's Green Mountains, their enthusiasm only slightly dampened by a chilling rain and acres of mud. Herewith Taubman's defense of nature...
...knows, a campsite is a clearing in the woods where the greatest luxury is a running brook. The basic urge of the true camper is to escape from chlorine, color TV and asphalt. The climb up Mount Horrid is an excellent baptism. In six-tenths of a mile, the trail rises sharply 600 ft. We were out of breath halfway up, and I thought my heart was about to pound out of my chest. At 2,800 ft., the trail levels off on a rocky perch called Mount Horrid Cliff. The rock wall drops straight down 500 ft. When...
...world, why did these people continue fighting? Who were these Vietnamese, and why did they rebuild bridges with their bare hands and go into battle against an enemy that was vastly superior in the weapons of modern war? Why did they troop down the Ho Chi Minh trail, year after year, to face almost certain annihilation...