A brief sojourn to the rocks and hawks of Pinnacles National Monument. The campground is a Monumental ripoff, but the hiking is sublime and isolated. The lonely and forsaken lookout tower watches the proceedings in the scorching valley below, where white schoolbuses chock full of young men of questionable legal status rumble along the highways, pulling plastic shitters behind them. They are off to the Fields yet again for some more lettuce and cucumber management. Later on, after the said produce has been sandblasted of all nutritional value, someone will toss these vegetables in the rubbish after forgetting about them in the icebox for several weeks. They were a great deal at Sam's Club at the time.
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