Drinking water is always an issue in southern California, though not as much this year as in previous years. Even so, things were looking a little dire when we got to Doble Trail Camp. The promised faucet was not functioning. Luckily, Glen remembered a water location from a previous trip. The pipe from the spring goes through a shutoff valve with a faucet, at the bottom of a corrugated metal pipe shaft. So Mike hopped down and refilled bottles.		This isn't the best water we'd ever seen, but it was welcome all the same. Even after treatment with aquamira, it looked, smelled and tasted a little sketchy.
			Mike hiking through some late-season wildflowers.
	Glen overlooking Big Bear Lake. We met a couple of day hikers along this section, including one guy sporting a HUGE pack, who had spent the night out, had no map, and had overshot his trail out to his ride by a number of miles.		Early dinner at Little Bear Springs Trail Camp. Close up of Glen's stove. The windscreen/esbit holder and pot stand weighs 0.4 oz., made out of a large beer can. Two titanium stakes fit in slots to form a 'grill' to hold up the pot, a trimmed Fosters beer can weighing 0.7 oz. There was a little breeze out, so Glen had his trimmed down pad of Thinlight (3/8") as a shield. After dinner we hiked on, again enjoying the cool of the evening.
	The second night we found duff so deep that the pads were superfluous. The downside was the vicious hordes of bugs. We both had DEET and headnets. Here's the SpinnWedge in action.		It was too early to go to sleep, but Mike suited up and lay down to relax without getting eaten alive. Check out the ultralight breathable chaps at 1.6 oz. for the pair.
	The SpinnWedge from another angle.		The next morning was on the brisk side, so Glen uses his sleeping socks as mittens.