At the north end of the camp a trail enters the shady arbor of towering pines and cedars and winds its way beside a boulder strewn stream for a short while before petering out after a few hundred yards. For me one of the most anticipated signs of spring in the San Jacintos is the blooming of the Western Azaleas beside that trail. I took Bowden and Lucy for a walk up there a couple of weeks ago and brought back a bouquet of them for Sarah. They are the most pleasant smelling wild flower I think I have ever encountered, and they grow so profusely up there that everything smells of azaleas- like flavored air. It's very nice.
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