Saturday, April 26, 2008

After 6 Miles in the Hot Desert Sun...

Lovin' the hospitality of the Mesa Wind Farm outside Palm Springs. Bathrooms and Internet - these guys are great!

Everybody do the dinosaur!

For fans of Peewee Herman, Jenny Lewis, and Fred Savage, the dinosaurs
in Cabazon offer film nostalgia of the highest order. Easiest way to
get here is via the PCT 20 miles downhill from the shoulder of Mt. San
Jacinto. Mama Fainer stuck around to drive us more. Today we begin a
68 mile stretch to Big Bear.

Happy Birthday to my grandmother Marg!

Friday, April 25, 2008

Read below, then read this.

So, I hit send ok the iPhone, sorry. As I was saying, or meant to say,
we'll convince Martha to let her son, David, drive our Honda down to
the southern base of the sierras, then drive us back down here, then
hike forty miles with us and then drive us back to where were and he
could go home. Now Martha understands why I pushed for david's
independent study so hard. Haha.

Well now we're packing up for a twenty miler. Gotta go!

We love the Idyllwild Inn and Mama Fainer

Yesterday, my mom picks us up at mile 151 and drives us to Idyllwild
which is normally off the trail at mile 178. But between 151 & 178 is
treacherous snow. We thought if she brought us ice axes and if we
bought crampons, maybe we'd go today. No dice. Conversations with
other thru-hikers have led us to skip to mile 190 this morning and
come back when the icy dangers are vanquished by sunlight.

How will we get back here? Oh you know, we'll somehow convince Martha
to drive our Honda to the southern edge

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Wind = Bad

We just spent a miserable night at Combs' Peak at mile 129. The wind
walloped our tent so now there's a week worth of Mexico dust on the
inside of our little home.

I turned on the iPhone to check the PA primary. Apparently, you all
are buying too much rice in Silicon Valley. Just eat Ramen. You can
hike 20 miles a day off that stuff!

My hands are icicles. Bye bye.

Monday, April 21, 2008


David Harrison Fainer!

He enjoys naps. He takes after his Uncle.

Zero Day

And on the ninth day, God said, "You should not hike at all today,"
and God looked at the hikers in their restful repose and saw that it
was very good. And there was setting and there was rising; zero day.

We arrived in Warner Springs yesterday with So Far and decided after
twenty minutes we would also take today off. So Far kept going, but
not before gathering a group of 11 thru-hikers for dinner last night.
It was quite a feast with Argentina, Indiana Red, Slo-jo, The Leisure
Society (Ryan, Eric, and Wolf's Paw), Pat the writer, Hiker Bob,
Minda, So Far, myself and Caterpillar.

Ah yes, Caterpillar. Once upon a time Jane, Steve and So Far were
hiking along and several times we saw puffy green and black
caterpillars (possibly the larvae of my friends, the sphinx moths). At
the end of that long Saturday on which a certain young babe was born,
Jane donned her down jacket to shed the bone-chilling wind that rushed
down canyon at our campsite. Her puffy black jacket and green pants
led So Far to remark, "Hey, you look like those caterpillars. That
should be your trail name."

Well, Jane was apprehensive at first, but since my trailnames for her
had been Stinkbug or Snotrocket, she had little option. The next day,
So Far had the humorous habit of introducing us as "Steve and his
lovely wife, Caterpillar."

Now that you know, feel free to address her appropriately.

Back to Warner Springs: This is a great little private resort that
treats hikers really well and should be a consideration for anyone who
likes rustic cabins mixed with plenty of fun amenities including
natural hot springs in which to soak one's weary bones.

Oh and finally, that picture. It's a very good thing we took a zero
today because my mom sent us re-supply packages to feed a whole family
of bears and some reading material. I already finished the Two Old
Women, a short novel about the determination of the human spirit in
pre-columbian Alaska, as well as a huge bag of Juji Fruits that you
see above. My mom's love vastly overestimated what we can carry so
we're eating lots of candy and other goodies today.

Now we must go perfect our shuffle board playing skills. Good day!

God Bless America

Friends of Erik Khoobyarian, have you ever wanted a collectible art
piece commemorating Erik's two greatest loves - photos of Jane and
Symbols of America? Well, look no further. This beautiful photo of
Jane in the clutches of Eagle Rock can be yours for a limited time.

Paypal $29.95 to fainer(at) and this historical piece of
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Eagle Rock lies along the Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail at mile
106 and Jane "Caterpillar" Fainer is a friend of Mr. Khoobyarian.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Mexico 2008 Pictures...

For the curious who haven't already gazed upon the glory that is Erik Paul Khoobyarian, Esqire and Photography, have a gander here.