It was sufficiently wet at First Water
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and also at Decker Spring.
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After filtering out tiny bugs and dirt, its spring water tasted sweet and cool, like the virgin waters of the high Sierras.
I then proceeded to check out the old trail from different sides. On one side a younger path competed for my attentions.
But on the opposite side I found a strange gravestone.
![Image](https://eispiraten.com/images-archived/gallery.myff.org/gallery/1678350/P1070456_stitch.jpg)
Who was this Mr. Joseph D. Foley, and what is his story? I can only imagine that it has something to do with the Mt. Wilson Trail's alluring charms--and perhaps its philandering ways.