The beating dished out from that massive pile of rock still measures as one of the most sever I’d ever received outside of Alaska (Denali can dish out punishment on a level all it’s own). Since then, I had been back to Joshua Tree a half dozen times and even back to the Wonderland of Rocks. But always staying out in the perimeter, never venturing back into its inner sanctum. Like any worthy opponent, the thought of a rematch always lingered. Things lined up this spring and I made a plan to cross the Wonderland.
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