Lake Tahoe is an incredibly beautiful place. I have skied many of the great Ski Resorts including a trip that my family, and one of my best friends, got snowed in during my college years and were trapped having to add even more days of skiing powder- poor things right? There was so much snow that we could ski right off the hill, down the streets to the Casino that we were staying at.
I raced a Hobie 14 National Championship, (small fast catamaran sailboats), on the waters of Lake Tahoe also during my college days. Then later I raced in US Sailing’s ‘Alter Cup’, a Championship of Champions as well as the Hobie 20 Miracle National Championship on the always beautiful, but sometimes tricky and fickle waters, of this gorgeous place.
Now fast forward to this particular outing. After a Summer Excursion along the West Coast I decided to include Lake Tahoe before heading back to SoCal.
After a fun hike at Picnic Rock just off Tahoe Rim Trail I decided a dip in the Lake would be great! I heard that parking for Secret Cove, certainly one of the most beautiful spots on the lake, is difficult. You can either try to get into a pay lot which is actually for another area and then hike over to this spot or park on the road above Secret Cove. I was there fairly early, so there were some spots left, but not many. You have to be careful about how and where you park or you risk being ticketed. As far as the trail goes it doesn’t seem like there is any main trail, but basically a free for all. I suppose all trails lead to Secret Cove? It is short, but steep hike so bring boots or at least sturdy shoes.
This spot is magnificent- the blues and greens of the clear water is breathtaking. The shore line has a couple small sandy areas, but mostly it is lined with boulders. The boulders are great for stretching out on and basking in the sun. The water in the Summer is a brisk 65 degrees, so to say it is refreshing is an understatement. Did I fail to mention that the beach is clothing optional? I suppose that is why it is a secret.
Thanks for joining me ‘Pursing Balance Through Adventure’ at one of the truly spectacular bodies of water, Lake Tahoe, for a dip in the lake. What an absolutely gorgeous setting evergreens, blue green water of the cove, deep blue water beyond all framed by wonderful mountains. Stick around for more adventures using the following means: LIKE, SHARE, FOLLOW, and COMMENT. I can hardly wait for another NoCal Adventure. In the mean time checkout the menu for other areas that PBTA ventures to. PBTA top quality gear can be found here:SHOP APPAREL.
It was a spur of the moment decision to head for Lake Tahoe as part of my Summer Expedition of the West. It certainly was on my radar, but everything was pretty much up in the air with the Covid-19 Pandemic. It wasn’t clear what trails were open, what type of permits were needed or how difficult they might be to ascertain at the last minute. I had just spent a few weeks in the Pacific North West and was working my way back to SoCal. I left the Mount Shasta area and researched a spot that I knew would be open to hiking. It sounded intriguing being labeled as the best bang for the buck basically. Tahoe Rim Trail to Picnic Rock Viewpoint is a quick and easy hike with spectacular views of Lake Tahoe.
During my drive my phone went off with an Emergency Alert regarding Severe Weather. The sky and the clouds looked peculiar, and the wind began to howl. A lot of dust and dirt was being thrown about, but there was no zero visibility dust storm that I was alerted to, at least right where I was.
It was after dusk, and there was lightning off in the distance when I arrived at the trailhead. When I read that a bear had been spotted at this location along with the possibility of a severe storm I decided why not sleep in the car? The answer to that question came soon enough, well came hour after hour of aggravation.
Trying to sleep in an Audi is an absolutely miserable experience. It would have been better to brave inclement weather, and claws and fangs then suffering through a night of torture scrunched up against an uncomfortable arm rest in the side, face plastered against the window, and rises in the back bench seat in all the wrong spots. At least fearing for one’s life with nothing to protect you other than a few yards of cloth would provide a better chance for slumber, even if it might be more of the permanent type. So, needless to say I got an earlier start to my hike the following morning.
It was a delightful hike up through the fragrant fir trees winding along a portion of the Tahoe Rim Trail. A bit of a scramble at the top, just after exiting on to the Spur Trail provided outstanding views of Lake Tahoe.
I shared my breakfast on Picnic Rock with a black lizard, chipmunk type squirrel, Blue Jay, and heard a Blue Grouse sounding his mating call while taking in the deep blue Lake Tahoe framed by the Sierra Nevada.
I might inform you that upon my return to the trailhead at about 8:30 AM there were only a few spots left in this limited parking area, so plan accordingly. But a nice little hike indeed.
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I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised by not only this falls, but the Nature Walk. I was traveling from backpacking Lassen National Park, 40 miles away, and I had just spent time at the Subway Cave. I had a lot of miles to drive on my way to adventures inOregon, so I was a little put off that it was going to cost $10 when I really just wanted to take a quick look at the falls and then hit the road.
But… I was really taken aback by the beauty of Burney Falls, a magical place indeed, worth every penny, and I throughly enjoyed my time there. Once I laid eyes on the falls I could see why many say this is the most exquisite falls in California. Burney Falls is really different then other falls. It has two main streams with shards of water falling 129’ through space, but what sets it apart is the surround curtain of water cascading to the limpid pool below. Teddy Roosevelt dubbed Burney Falls the 8th Wonder of the World when he first saw it. What is unique is that curtain of water. The additional water is permeating through the porous rock and trickling down out of the cliff walls about a third of the way down and not from over the top like the two heavy streams.
Instead of the few minutes glance over the side that I had planned, I immersed myself in the Burney Falls Loop Trail, which is really more of a Nature Walk, but it is a pleasant stroll along the rushing stream with a heavy growth of firs, deciduous trees, wild flowers and pee-a-boo views of the falls along the way. I would recommend taking the trail clockwise for the best views as you get closer to the falls. When I was there they were doing maintenance on the bridge above the falls, so I was turned back, and I basically had to do the whole trail twice, but no complains here as it is quite enjoyable.
You never know when you might find yourself “Pursuing Balance Through Adventure“, I thought I was going to take a quick glance and instead found myself seeking that balance that we are all striving for. What better place to enjoy a moment, take a breath, and just drink it all in. What in nature is more wondrous then a gorgeous waterfall? You just become transfixed watching the water tumbling, and falling through space that you lose track of time. Thanks for joining me at Burney Falls, more to come for “Pursuing Balance Through Adventure“ – NoCal Hiking so give a quick COMMENT, LIKE, FOLLOW, and SHARE. While you are at it go to the menu above and checkout where I went after I left NoCal, (which was the Pacific Northwest) each of the locations is a separate website and thus needs to be FOLLOWED independently. Need a high performance, moisture wicking shirt for your adventure? Checkout SHOP APPAREL.
If you are driving from Northern California to Southern California I would say this is a must do. This is a beautiful spot, and there is a cool lighthouse, and lighthouses are alway good, but the reason this is a must do is this is one of the best spots for wildlife viewing of the Northern Elephant Seal. Piedras Blancas State Marine Reserve and Marine Conservation Area is operated by the California Department of Fish and Game. They have done a great job of setting up an viewing area with a parking lot and extended wooden decking along with informational signage. There are volunteers, Friends of the Elephant Seal, clad in recognizable blue logo jackets that are on hand to answer questions regarding these wonderful creatures. The Piedras Blancas Elephant Seal Rookery is located 7 miles north of San Simeon on Cabrillo Highway 1, and about the same amount of mileage south of Ragged Point, the Gate Way to Big Sur. Big Sur is where I had spent the couple nights before backpacking.
This is one of the most robust rookeries of the Northern Elephant Seal in the world. The male Northern Elephant Seal can weigh up to as much as 5000 lbs and received his name from the rather pronounced schozolla, for lack of a more scientific term. You will see one large male making his way up the beach towards my camera in a video clip I nicknamed Darth Vader.
My hot ticket suggestion is this, certainly dive into all of this tourism excitement and have fun, but if you are interested in stretching your legs, experiencing this wonderful seaside locale a little more in depth, catching a closer view of the Piedras Blancas Lighthouse, seeing some elephant seals without standing shoulder to shoulder in a crowd with camera shutters going off in your ear, and would like to get down on the beach, then take the Boucher Trail hike.
Boucher Trail hike winds along the sea shore and has some additional uncrowded view points to catch the elephant seals doing their thing, horsing around with their friends on the beach and in the shallow water. More of the sun bathing goes on at the tourist spot. The shoreline then protrudes out to a rocky point which is Piedras Blanca and that is where the lighthouse is. Boucher Trail continues on straight and not toward the lighthouse, which is operated by the Bureau of Land Management and tours are available on selected days and times. Reservations need to be made in advance for lighthouse tours. The trail travels through a grassy area and ends up at another smaller parking lot roughly 2 miles from where you began. This is where you will find access to a broad beach. Being enchanted by the lighthouse, I headed along the beach to get a better view. It is possible that I may have went further along the beach than I was allowed to go, but what can I say I wanted to see the lighthouse.
The Piedras Blancas Lighthouse was built in 1875 and the tower was 100’ tall before an earthquake damaged part of it. With it’s special lens, the light could be seen by ships 25 miles out to sea. It is one of the oldest working lighthouses in California.
The sea, the elephant seals, the lighthouse, you just gotta’ luv’ this wonderful little hike, Boucher Trail.
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Happy Days, Happy Trails
Roger Jenkins, ’Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’
11 miles, 2600’ elevation change, approximately 6 hours of hiking time, rated Hard
I arrived at Big Sur after leaving Monterey in the evening. If I had it to do over I would have skipped Monterey, because I had been there before and by trying to jam that in as well I feel I missed out on a large part of the Big Sur experience. By the time I hit Big Sur it was dark and one of the most wonderful things in that area is the drive right along the coast and the incredible views. Besides that I had no Ranger to talk to once I arrived in Big Sur to gain expertise from. All I could do is read the boards at the campgrounds, and outside the visitor center.
Once I decided on ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’ on the Kirk Creek Campground to Vicente Flats Trail it was pretty late, so I slept in my little car, never a pleasant experience. But I noticed at the lookout I pulled into I was not the only one with that same idea as there was a truck doing the same thing.
At first light I was up and adam excited to begin my journey, and the coastal views from the lookout were spectacular, along with the taste and smell of the salt air, and the sound of the waves far below.
The trailhead is across the road from the Kirk Creek Campground, which is pretty close to being on the beach. There are a limited amount of head in parking spaces for the hike so that could be pretty tricky. The other reason to get there early is most of the hike is exposed with plenty of sunshine, so it can get hot hauling a big pack up the hill. There are some majestic oaks, and even a stand of red woods for a periodic reprieve from the sun.
The hike has the most excellent coastal views, as you wind your way up the trail. Put on your repellent because it is one of the buggiest place I have been. Thank goodness they don’t bite, but the little black flies are most annoying. I suggest a head net. I certainly put mine to good use. The trail is long, narrow and winding. Careful of your footing as there are big drop offs in places, and keep an eye out for poison oak, I suggest long pants.
I set up camp at the first small camp Espinosa, which is one of two areas designated for backpacking on this trail. I was there midweek, just after Labor Day, so I really didn’t see that many people, which generally isn’t the case. There is a water source on the trail just beyond the camping area. I went on to the end of the hike which was Vicente Flats, the other larger campground. That was a pretty cool place with big trees, but no ocean view for that one, and even more bugs, ugh!
Speaking of bugs a couple college freshman went by my camp during the day and were planning on camping at Vicente Flats, but changed their minds with the bugs. After I was out enjoying the wonderful views of the Pacific I returned to my camp to find the boys starting to set up their tent near mine at Espinosa and complaining that they heard nothing about the bugs in what they had read, so I gave them my website info so they could be better informed in the future. They finally couldn’t deal with the bugs, packed up and zoomed down the trail trying to beat the sun before it set.
The next day I headed back down the hill from my journey. There was marine layer, fog down below which gave an interesting mystic feel to Big Sur. It really is a beautiful place. The bugs were irritating, but with the head net I could manage, and other than that it was a fantastic time.
Kirk Creek Campground to Vicente Flats Trail is a fine place to be ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’. Stay with me for other adventure, on this journey to find this inner peace, I refer to here as Balance. Balance between Civilization and Nature, Balance between our very busy existence in a world always in a hurry, and the tranquility of soul. More to come, some epic, some just exercise in nature. Please COMMENT, FOLLOW, LIKE, and SHARE. Check the menu above for other locations and I would appreciate it if you would support PBTA by outfitting yourself with top quality adventure, workout, casual ware check it out at SHOP APPAREL.
6.5 miles, 3,500’ elevation change, approximately 8 hours hiking time, at an altitude of 10,400’, rated Hard (with a heavy backpack I can attest another dimension of HARD)
A review I read said, “tough trail for even those in the best of shape.” This was the hardest backpacking adventure that I have done, but at the same time the most rewarding. During this mountain outing, I persevered a hike that was grueling when considering a heavy backpack, getting off course and thus taking a much more difficult and somewhat longer route, constantly fretting about where my path should be, steep unsettled terrain, well below freezing temperatures at night, and being told a bear had paced the camp all night.
As I mentioned, it was tough, but also the most rewarding backpacking adventure due to the fact that I accomplished the difficult task at hand, Mount Shasta is a very special place, the scenery is super-d-douper, the star gazing is phenomenal, and I met two very interesting young adventure-spiritual-philosopher-Gurus, who were just crazy enough to conquer this mountain in a way that they will be first to say they should not have.
It all started Labor Day Weekend and you can get up to speed by reading my previous post, Horse Camp, which was the first part of my journey up the mountain. I wrote that as a separate post in case someone wanted to know about a day hike that would be fun and was much more moderate.
After checking out Horse Camp for about 30 minutes I headed up the summit trail, the beginning of which is a causeway of hand set flag stones, placed there painstakingly by Matthew Hall McAllister in the 1920’s. It took him years to complete and some must weigh over 1000 pounds. The causeway portion is still a moderate hike and I suggest that any day hikers to Horse Camp due this portion as well as it has stunningly beautiful views of the mountain and the surrounding area. The causeway gets you out of the forest and into a more alpine setting. The causeway of hand laid rocks is amazing, but it does force you to look down instead of at the beauty of nature, but then again- more reasons to stop for a moment and drink it all in, and catch your breath.
Passed the causeway is where we start getting into the steep terrain, switch backs, the trail is loose-rock-gravel-pebbles and dusty dirt known as scree, the air begins to thin, and the adventure ramps up indeed. At times it is hard to follow the trail, as in places it is faint, and because of that hikers get off track making more confusing trails.
I met folks coming down the mountain. It is always nice to stop and chat for a few moments hearing about the day’s adventures of these travelers in nature. Not that many people were on this trail to Helen Lake, but a few. One couple in their early 40’s said that, “It makes you pay for every inch.” I took a pic of fellow adventurers, a young couple from Boulder, CO. I joked with then saying, “And they said this would be fun.” Their quip was, “Who is THEY, and were do THEY live?!” Love it, lol. They were headed down which is a much more joyful experience then the challenge of up, up, up. Some gave me directions on where to cross the snowfield so as not to be sliding down the mountain on ice. I met a Dad and his young teenage son who had come within 100’ of elevation, (not distance), of Helen Lake and decided it was not worth the grind and turned back. I wondered how someone could come that close to the goal and then turn around. I would later learn why when I hit that same mental barrier. I also met a young, very fit, couple with full gear, ropes, helmets, ice axes, and crampons. I asked them if they had made the summit. They said that they had failed to summit explaining that it was just too much and that the young woman had experienced altitude sickness and not wanting to place themselves in danger they turned back.
Once passed the switched backs the great expanse of the mountain opened up, but now it was even more difficult to judge the trail. I had come to the snow field and kept searching for where someone had crossed. I did not really see footprints across, perhaps because the snow was hard like ice. I continued on in search of where others had crossed not ever finding it. This put me on a much more difficult trek, and soon I was scrambling up a steep, jagged rock field, which is known as talus hiking. I continued up, backpack and all, passed the snow field and then a little off trail through more of the loose scree before hooking up with the actual trail. It was soon after this point, where I was tired, breathing hard, that I hit that wall I alluded to earlier. Thinking to myself, and at that point likely saying out loud, “this is not fun, this sucks, this is a bunch of XXXX.” I considered turning around just like the father and son day hikers I had met. Instead I gathered myself and pushed on. I had a ways to go still, but only another 100’ feet of elevation gain.
Finally I arrived at Helen Lake, which turns out to be a massive pile of snow, not a lake at all. But it is beautiful and I found myself staring into the bowl of this incredible mountain. The strenuousness of the hike melted away to a feeling of satisfaction and joy. As I surveyed the area, I saw before me gorgeous peaks, a mountain of rock, scree, and snow. There were encampments side by side of large rocks stacked about three feet high, in about ten foot circles, set there to aid in sheltering tents from the high winds. Helen Lake is the base camp for climbers before they summit Mount Shasta.
There were two tents at the base camp. One of which seemed pretty permanent and I imagine that it is either an outfitter’s tent, or perhaps a First Aid Rescue tent. I had met a local earlier who informed me in the Spring there can be 100 tents.
Up somewhere on the face of the mountain I could hear some climbers. I was later to meet the two characters that I spoke of earlier. Both in their 20’s and fit, ‘Mo’ had what I believe to be an accent from India, which added to this mountain spiritual Guru persona he exuded. “Epiphany”, if that name doesn’t conjure up young philosopher on a spiritual awakening, I don’t know what does, was strong like an athlete with a laid back attitude.
After they changed into dry clothes and had a hot meal we got together to discuss deep matters of the world, the soul of the mountain, what was wrong with society, and the meaning of life late into the evening. They had some ideas that didn’t necessarily gel with mine. I actually found some of their abstract thoughts to be really out there, but that was okay because it was interesting to hear a point of view from a different perspective. Plus it really added to this whole adventure.
As we sat together on the side of the mountain peering into the evening glow, in the waning twilight Mo and Epiphany shared their story of Mount Shasta and high adventure. The two intrepid explorers had made the same trek that I had the day before and also felt the weariness, and struggle of lugging, heavy packs up the mountain, and had then decided against attempting to summit. But in the bright sunshine of a new day “the mountain spoke to them”, and they decide that they would throw caution to the wind and set off for the peak over 14,000 feet high despite not having any of the equipment needed. They scaled this mountain using the claw of a hammer and two sticks. They laughed all the way up, and all the way down on just how stupid they were. Certainly this haphazard way of conquering Mount Shasta is not recommended by anyone including this daring, yet foolhardy duo.
During the descent one of them slid down on the seat of his pants on snow, which I guess is what you do at Shasta, and the other tried sliding down on the scree using the two sticks. During the ruckus a rock dislodged by Epiphany hit Mo in the ankle, which was now bothering him somewhat. They faired much better than a person that was hit in the head with a rock in a similar incident the week before and had to be airlifted off the mountain. Large rocks don’t just become dislodged by climbers, at this time of year, with the snow melting, there were multiple times that I heard very large rocks, tumbling, rolling, speeding down the mountain. This was especially eerie in the middle of the night.
Originally, before Mo’s injury which was swelling a bit, they were going to pack up and high-tail it down the mountain and try to beat the dusk, but I was glad that they recanted as I was enjoying their energy and company, but also I did not want to be left up here alone, high on the mountain all night especially after their tale of being stocked all night by a renegade bear pacing the camp, as they huddled wide-eyed in their tent, clenching a knife hoping to fend off 900 pounds of fur, fangs and fury.
While ’Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’ this summer I had seen a lot of stars. There were great ones in Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Washington and Oregon, but I have to say the highlight of my excursions for star gazing was at Mount Shasta, in Northern California. Perhaps it was that I was camped at a higher altitude then ever before, or maybe it was as simple as I had company and was not solo in the wilderness. I was not alone, where I might a feeling of being exposed to the danger of things that go bump in the night, and thus was spending more time enjoying the night sky. I will say that on Shasta I saw so many stars that they all seemed to muddle together in a kaleidoscope of starlight, such that I could not find any constellations that I recognize. It was quite extraordinary.
Mount Shasta, believed by many to be one of the sacred places on earth is called by some “magical mountain.” Native people have always held the mountain in high regard as a spiritual and sacred area. Mount Shasta at 14,179’ stands out looming over the landscape. In the distance it takes on the appearance of an aberration seemly to huge to be real. John Muir, the famous Naturalist, wrote that his “blood turned to wine” when he first caught site of Mount Shasta which spurred him on to hasten his journey. Truly Mount Shasta has a inspirational and magical presence about it.
During the frigid night, as moisture in the tent cloth became thicker and more rigid, as the temperatures dropped, and the mountain wind tossed the fabric hither and fro, one can imagine things that go bump in the night. Strange sounds on a lonely barren mountain, a mountain famous for mystic energy and unexplained occurrences. Could this be Mo and Epiphany’s stalker bear that kept them up much of the night in fear of ever seeing the light of day? After all what would a bear being doing up so high on the mountain? There is no food source for a bear up high, no berries, or animals, well except…
Thanks for joining me ’Pursuing Balance Through Adventure,’ NorCal Hiking on the magical mountain, Mount Shasta one of the sacred places on earth. This was my best backpacking adventure yet, although on top of San Jacinto in the middle of the most horrific thunderstorm I have ever experienced was also quite an adventure, hmmm… hold on… no San Jacinto in an all night torrent, with hail, hundreds of right on top of us lightening strikes, and mind blowing thunder still has it… but since it is not the destination, but the journey, then together lets find more profound experiences in nature where we can balance this crazy thing called life. Please COMMENT, LIKE, FOLLOW, and SHARE. Also please checkout the menu above for many more locations and please support PBTA with a purchase of top quality logo adventure gear.
I arrived in the town of Shasta the evening of September 1st. The quaint kick back town was bustling as they had some sort of celebration just ending. After I got the information and permit that I need for my three days of exploration, from the Ranger Station, I headed for Bunny Flat an area that I could pitch my tent for the night before heading up the mountain. Since it was Labor Day Weekend that spot was pretty busy. It is not a campground per se rather a space they allow folks to camp, and there is a trailhead outhouse, which would prove a luxury compared to the rest of my adventure on the mountain.
Early the next morning the mountain looks glorious; It would be a perfect Summer day. The hike to Horse Camp is most delightful, starting at the Bunny Flat Trailhead. On the way to Horse Camp your journey begins with stunning views of the looming Mount Shasta. At the end of Summer it is mostly tan in color, barren of 3/4’s of it’s snow. You will make your way through green meadows and picture perfect woods of Mountain Hemlock and Shasta Red Fir. It is really your quintessential walk in the woods, very fitting as Horse Camp is private land managed by the Sierra Club Foundation for the public’s benefit. Famed Naturalist and Explorer John Muir frequented the camp before climbing to the Summit.
On the way to Horse Camp I enjoyed the company of a herd of deer. However, they did not fancy my company all that much and were off in a bound. It was amazing how quick and effortlessly they could make tracks through wooded brush and at a steep incline to boot.
All at once you come to a clearing and there before you is the historic Shasta Alpine Lodge built in 1922. Don’t get to excited by it’s name for it’s actually a hut or a cabin. But it is exactly what you would hope to see in such an alpine setting. I almost expected to see Heidi with her Grandfather chopping wood.
As I approached the natural stone cabin I was greeted by a friendly volunteer caretaker. They are there in the Spring and Summer to answer questions. During inclement weather this shack can act as an emergency shelter. It is a fun place to checkout. There is also a wonderful natural spring around back with deliciously cool water. There are some beautiful campsites at Horse Camp available at a small fee through the Foundation.
As I said, the hike to Horse Camp on Mount Shasta is the quintessential walk in the woods and should not be missed. Now, if you are going to go on from there… well now, that is another adventure all together.
Thanks for joining me in this first adventure post for NoCal Hiking while I find myself ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’. Mount Shasta is a place of great mystical energy and is revered even today by many Native American Tribes, and they are not the only ones that love this stunningly beautiful mountain. There is more to come on Mount Shasta and more to come for NoCal Hiking Pursuing Balance Through Adventure. If you go to the menu you will see there are many sites and different areas to explore. If you like what you see then please COMMENT, FOLLOW, SHARE, and LIKE.
Northern California has so much to offer, from rugged coastline, to redwood forests, to awe inspiring mountains. It is a place to fill the lungs with fresh air, stretch the legs, take flight with imagination, share togetherness and memories, or find solitude in the quiet of wilderness. Fill our souls. Finding balance to our stressful, plugged in, overworked lives through a taste of adventure. It is the journey not necessarily the destination, or said another way what is important is “Pursuing Balance Through Adventure”.
Once again Welcome to NoCal Hiking Pursuing Balance Through Adventure. I am your host Roger Jenkins, let’s find some adventure shall we?
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