Page Type Page Type: Trip Report
Date Date Climbed/Hiked: Apr 28, 2007
Activities Activities: Scrambling
Seasons Season: Spring


It was mid-morning and we were only about half way up the monstrous slope leading out of Cañyon Diablo towards the saddle at Cerro Botella Azul. We had left Campo Noche at first light to pick our way carefully through the rocks, boulders, dead-fall and occasional stinging nettle, past the falls at Gorrin’s gully, trying to get as close to the saddle as we could before the sun hit us. The trip had not been a total failure, but my poor route finding had cost us the summit the day before. Yet even as we labored to slowly haul our packs up-slope, my mind was already working out plans for a return trip. By the time we made it back to the truck at the Llanitos shack, Matt G. was already on board to try again the following year.

And so the return trip to Picacho del Diablo simmered in my mind for the rest of 2006. By the first of the year 2007, plans had been set in motion to make another stab at Big Picacho. Once again I began to train by hiking the hills behind my house, starting off easy with just a few miles and then working up to more mileage with a loaded backpack. Matt had begun his running regime again, and was building up a level of fitness and stature he had not seen for some time. It was clear to both of us that the first trip to Picacho had been a shakedown cruise of sorts, not only a reconnaissance, but also a litmus test of our strength and fitness.


Matt had arrived from Washington the day before and spent the day with friends while I was at work. We spent some time that night getting gear together and loading the truck. In the morning we dropped off my son at school and then did some last minute grocery shopping before heading south on I-15. There was traffic, but not too heavy. We crossed the border in to Tijuana by about 9:00.

Now I should mention here that there is just something about crossing the border. It means different things to different people. A lot of people I know tense up as soon as they realize that they’re in a foreign country. Me, I have the completely opposite reaction: I suddenly begin to relax and a feeling of contentment washes over me. I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but I like to think that maybe I can tune into that laid back feeling so prevalent in most of the towns and villages of Mexico. Or maybe it’s just that I know I’m playing hooky from work and that I’m on a little vacation…

We made our way quickly though TJ and got on the toll road heading south. Next stop: Ensenada. We were a bit early for lunch, but none the less we stopped off for some adobada tacos and a torta. We gassed up (for about a buck cheaper per gallon than in the states!) and then made a quick stop at the cerveseria for a couple of sixers to put in the cooler. By the time we got to San Vicente, I’d realized that we had no limes for the beer. Tacate beer is fine as it is, but with a lime it’s just so much better. So another quick stop for limes (and a stick of butter to put in the pasta and rice dishes we’d brought along for dinners) and we were southbound again.

We made the turnoff for San Telmo and the Parque National San Pedro Martir by about noon. The road up to the park is now paved almost all the way to the park entrance, making the drive go a bit faster. We made it from Mex 1 to the park gate in about an hour and fifteen minutes. (But it doesn’t make those steep drops and sharp turns any less intimidating! Especially with a fresh coating of sand on the top of the pavement.)

At the entry gate we stopped and paid for our camping permits, twenty pesos per night. The gatekeeper told us that they had a dusting of snow the week before, but that was it as far as weather. We drove on through the park, enjoying the scenery and Jeffery Pine scented air, eventually reaching the Vallecitos area where we found three vans parked at a trailhead. We assumed that we would have company on the mountain this weekend. We reached the turn off to the Llanitos shack and stopped to lock the hubs and drop the old brown Ford (affectionately christened “Mr Hinkey” by my good friend Mike M.) into four-wheel drive. The drive to the shack took about 35 minutes or so, and it was around 4:00 by the time we finally got there.

We had brought along a small barbecue grill, and wasted no time firing it up to cook up some nice carne asada and some beans and corn. We knew from last years experience on the mountain that no matter how much we ate tonight, the workout to come would burn it all off, and then some. At about 6:00 a small thunderstorm moved through. It started out as rain, then turned to hail and then back to rain again. It was an unexpected occurrence, but welcomed none the less. It left the air cool and moist, a welcome change from the dusty dryness of the park. By 8:00 we had rolled out in the back of the pickup to spend the night.


Waking some time before 6:00, we boiled some water for coffee and oats and got our packs loaded and ready to go. We packed lightly, and I could tell that my pack was lighter than the 45+ pounds I had been carrying during my training hikes. That alone made me feel better about this trip. The rain the night before had us a bit concerned because we opted not to bring a tent for the trip, but we each carried a tent footprint to use as a ground cloth so we figured we could rig something if we needed to keep dry. As it turned out, the weather stayed perfect for the rest of the trip.

We started up the creek drainage from the Llanitos shack and had hiked only about 30 minutes when we realized that we had already missed a turn off that would take us up out of the drainage and onto the rolling plateau. I contoured uphill to try to get back to the route we wanted, while Matt skirted the rock outcrops below me. We met up again and made our way up the slope, back on route again.

We made good time to the saddle at Cerro Bottela Azul, arriving just a few minutes after 10:00. Feeling good, and knowing that the summit of Botella Azul was only a short scramble, we decided to bag that peak as well. It took about 18 minutes to reach the summit. We stayed only long enough to sign in and snap a couple of quick pictures before heading back down to our packs at the saddle. Descent took about 10 minutes.

Back at the saddle we ate a snack, applied sunscreen and shouldered our packs to start the descent into Cañyon Diablo. The trail leads east away from the saddle and skirts along the slope of Cerro Botella Azul. It’s important to traverse as far as possible towards Pinnacle Ridge before turning north down-slope to avoid descending the even steeper and rockier Gorrin’s Gully. The terrain was familiar from last years trip, so it was not difficult to pick the correct line. We passed the same spot where there had been a small snow patch last year, and although we were a week earlier than last year, the snow patch was almost completely melted out already.

Pinnacle RidgeLooking up at Pinnacle Ridge
The going was steep, but we kept up a good pace and soon found ourselves under the towering cliffs of Pinnacle Ridge, well down into the canyon. We took another short break for some lunch and then continued downward. The descent into Cañyon Diablo is brutal. It starts off very steep and is punctuated with rocks, dead and downed trees, loose footing and an often-unclear route. But that soon changes to larger rocks that require exceptional footing to keep from twisting an ankle, or worse. The continued pounding of dropping from rock to rock takes its toll not only on feet, ankles and knees, but is mentally draining also. I found that I was constantly focusing on balance and careful placement of my next step. Was that next rock solid, or would it roll out from under my foot when I committed all of my weight to it?

Sooner than expected, we came upon greener foliage indicating that water was near. Within a few minutes we were at the falls where Gorrin’s Gully intersects Cañyon Diablo. Matt found a use trail that skirted up to the middle of the falls, which proved to be an efficient and somewhat easier method of negotiating the crossing. We stopped there at the falls and I dipped my head in the pool while Matt refilled his depleted water supply. Refreshed, we headed down stream, staying on the west side of the canyon following a fairly decent use trail. We quickly passed CedarOak camp and soon found ourselves dropping into the streambed and arriving at our destination of Camp Noche. We had been hoping that we would be able to get the same camp that we had stumbled upon last year… it’s known as the “Hidden Camp”, and is slightly up-slope, away from the cramped camps at Campo Noche proper. As we scrambled up the last few boulders into camp, we found that not only was our first choice available, but there was no one else even in camp. It looked like we would have the place to ourselves.

Tired, but feeling good, we dropped our gear and claimed our spots. It had taken just over seven hours from the truck to Camp Noche, a full hour faster than last year, and including the summit of Cerro Botella Azul.

After a brief rest, we took all of our containers to the creek to fill up. After stringing a line from a couple of trees to provide a place to hang our food against marauding critters, we gathered firewood to cook the steaks we had brought with us for dinner. It was just about then that we came to the stark realization that both of us had forgotten to pack any beer. To say that we were crushed would be an understatement. Now I know… you’re probably thinking, “Wait a minute… steaks? Beer? What kind of backpackers/climbers are these guys?” All I can say is that when you’ve worked THAT hard to get someplace, a good steak and a beer tastes like the best meal in the world. Scientifically speaking, steak is a great choice for a meal…protein to build up those worn down muscles and help build red blood cells, which in turn helps to counteract the effects of working hard at altitude. (Does it sound like I’m trying too hard to make a case?) The reality was, we’d packed light enough that bringing along a few “amenities” wouldn’t pose that much of a problem. (Provided, that is, you remember to pack them in the first place.) So, we didn’t have the beer, but we did have the steaks, complete with a butter topping with capers, peppers and herbs. Served with a side of Spanish rice, it was a meal beyond compare.

We finished our dinner, hung our food and prepared our daypacks for the climb tomorrow. By now the sun had long since left the deep canyon, and although it was still early, we rolled in by about 7:30.


Matt had set his alarm for 5:00. Not realizing what time it was, I had gotten up just minutes before to use the nearest tree. Lying back down with a feeling of contentment that I would get to have another hour’s sleep before the alarm went off, you can imagine my dismay at hearing it chirping just a few feet away from me. I didn’t even get to have a rude awakening, as I never even got to go back to sleep! Oh well. Turns out neither of us had slept all that peacefully. I suppose eating all that steak and going to bed on a full stomach might not have been the best idea.

Lounging around for a while, we eventually got up and got a pot of water going for breakfast. We’d set the alarm so that we would be up before the sun, but not so early that we’d have to start the climb in the dark. Although the route we were climbing starts with a section called “Night Wash”, climbing at night wasn’t something we wanted to do. Without daylight, you might as well just sit down and wait; it’s that easy to get off route. So after a semi-leisurely breakfast, we were ready to roll by about 6:00. At 6:08 we left camp and began our ascent of Night Wash.

The climbing becomes steep right out of camp. We ascended the left side of Night Wash towards the bottom, but wound up more towards the center as we gained altitude. Eventually we reached the ridge where the route crosses over and drops into Slot Wash. We had been climbing for an hour and were feeling pretty good.

After the disappointing failure on this route last year, we had made an agreement that as soon as we suspected we were off route, we would backtrack to the last known marker and re-gain the route. For all you purists out there that disdain the very thought of following a marked or “ducked” route, all I can say is good luck on Picacho del Diablo if you decide not to use them.

The CleaverInto the thick of it. Slot Wash
Dropping into Slot Wash, the route now became somewhat easier as the angle eased for a while. However, we were now forced to negotiate obstacles such as large boulder fields and dense brushy sections. Our motto of backtracking to last duck got us back on route in this area at least four or five times. Eventually the route began to climb more steeply and we could see the “Cleaver”, a significant landmark that the climber must pass on the left. As we entered the gully to the left of the cleaver, the route followed the left side of the canyon to circumvent numerous waterfalls. There were a few sections of slick rock above some exposed areas that required care, as well as one or two places where we encountered a few class 3 or 4 moves to surmount an obstacle. (These could probably be passed by more careful routefinding if one felt uncomfortable with that level of climbing or exposure.)

Picacho del DiabloClass 3 friction slabs
After passing the falls area, more scrambling up slope in a generally leftward direction brought us to the bottom of the class 3-friction slopes. This section looks steep, but it is actually a large right facing dihedral that I found to be a relatively easy part of the climb, allowing us to make fast progress. At the top of the dihedral, we again trended towards the left and up, eventually to the entrance to Wall Street.
Friction Slabs of Slot WashLooking down the class 3 slabs

The bottom of Wall Street has a few more friction slabs that work up to a narrow gully. This narrow part of the gully is climbed via a few class 3 moves on the right side to bypass the steepest section.
Wall StreetWall Street
From there it’s a steep hike up loose talus almost right to the summit. As we ascended the talus above the Wall Street narrows, we finally began to get into a bit of sun. We had been fortunate that the route stays in shade most of the morning. Starting early helped to keep us cool as we climbed. We took a short break under a tree to eat a snack and rest up. We were close to the summit. Moving upward again it was only some twenty to thirty minutes later that we arrived at the top of Wall Street. Just at the top of Wall Street the climb turns to the left to ascend the final summit block. We had reached the top in four hours and twenty-five minutes.
Diablo SummitHero shot in memory of my brother

The peak experience on this summit was extraordinary. This is truly a peak that must be earned, but the reward is well worth the work necessary to achieve it. We stood on the top of Baja and reveled in the awesome view in all directions. We sat and enjoyed the scenery and the solitude.
Summit of DiabloSummit Mugs

After spending maybe thirty minutes on the summit, we decided that we would make an attempt at the South summit as well. I had read that the traverse is something in the class 3-4 range, and it looked as though we would have a pretty good shot at making it. We took off down the ridge from the North summit, but in only five or ten minutes came to a deep notch that would require class five down climbing, or a larger drop in altitude to traverse below the notch. Both of us decided then and there that the South summit was not all that inspiring after all, and we would be content to bag the North summit alone.

We traversed back to Wall Street, and then retraced our steps down to Slot Wash. Matt had run out of water, so we stopped at the one place we had seen a pool of water at the base of one of the falls in Slot Wash. Matt filtered a liter out of the pool and we continued on our way down. Finally we crossed the ridge back into Night Wash and could see the bottom of the canyon. The descent took longer than I had expected, largely due to the fact that the route is so coarse, not to mention that my knees were now complaining about the abuse they had been subjected to in the past twenty-four hours. We were back into Campo Noche in about three hours and forty-five minutes.

We spent the rest of the afternoon laying around camp and then filling up water again. We made dinner, and once again hit the sack early. The plan was to awaken even earlier in the morning to get going as soon as there was enough light in the sky to navigate the streambed leading up towards the exit slope.

As the sunlight faded away, camp was filled with the glow of the early rising moon. Even with the bright moonlight, the view of the stars was incredible. Lying back and gazing up at the night sky through the canopy of branches and leaves of the oak trees provided a peaceful way to drift off to sleep. Campo Noche has an aura about it. It truly is a unique environment. A riparian habitat that exists only because of the trickle of water that provides life.

We had read that there is a ring-tailed cat that sometimes is seen in Campo Noche. That was one of the reasons that we were hanging our food at night. Last year we saw no sign of such an animal. Late on our last night, I was awakened by Matt calling my name. He was asking me where my camera was because he had just had an experience with the ring-tailed cat. Apparently, while we slept, the cat had crept up and touched Matt on his head, much the way a house cat will put it’s paw on someone. Matt awoke to watch the cat wander through our camp. It checked out his pack and then went under a rock where some previous campers had apparently stashed a plastic tarp and an MRE. Matt could hear it under the rock, but never got another glimpse of the animal. We later joked that the cat had chosen Matt, and that it was his spirit animal or totem.


The alarm went off at 4:30 am. By headlamp we broke camp, made breakfast and packed up our backpacks. It was just gray light when we began to move into the streambed. We had hoped to make better time than last year, and although we maintained a good pace, it seemed to take a long time to get to the falls at Gorrin’s gully. After an hours worth of scrambling, we had made good progress up the canyon. I should note here that although we were able to follow a use trail down into the canyon, that same trail is very elusive on the way back up. More than once we found ourselves in a different part of the canyon, sometimes bushwhacking where we had not had to do so on the way in. Even when we got to the wooded slope leading up to the saddle, the route was sometimes difficult to follow.

We had hoped to make the saddle at Cerro Botella Azul in four hours, but it took just a bit longer. Not stopping at the saddle, we continued downward through the aspen groves and manzanita, reaching our cut off point to the Llanitos shack in about thirty minutes. Another hour and a half walk through the woods following GPS bearings and we were back at the shack and the truck. It had taken just over six hours to get back from Campo Noche.

After cleaning up a bit and changing into some clothes that were less estinky, we loaded up the truck and headed back to civilization. The drive through the woods was peaceful, and we noted how dry the entire forest of the Parque San Pedro Martir really is. Driving down the grade from the park, we never saw another vehicle until we passed the village of San Telmo. Back on Mexico 1, we stopped of for fuel and then headed for points north. I made a quick phone call home to let everyone know that we had been successful and were on our way back.

Things went smoothly until we were just north of Puerto Nuevo. We had been clicking along on the toll road when suddenly the truck began to loose power. I knew almost immediately what was wrong; the catalytic converter had fouled. As luck would have it, we were able to slip right off the toll road onto a seldom-used exit. My first thought was to unbolt the cat from the exhaust system, but the rusted nuts stopped that idea right away. Out with the hacksaw, and two well-placed cuts later we had a large opening through the catalytic converter. I fired up the truck and with the exhaust coming straight out of the headers it sounded like we were running a class 8 truck. But it was running, and the throttle response was better than ever. Roaring back down the onramp, we were headed back towards the border after an unplanned thirty-minute pit stop. My only concern was driving the truck without the exhaust system in the states, but that proved not to be an issue.

Listening to XM, we were able to tune into the San Diego weather and traffic station and learn that the border wait at San Ysidro was about seventy-five minutes. Otey Mesa wasn’t that much better at sixty minutes, so we decided to just stick with the direct route. It was only a few minutes less than the predicted wait and we were back in the states and headed for home. Just a few minutes before 9:00 pm we rolled into my driveway and revved the “race-truck” a couple of times to get everyone’s attention. We were back.

Thus ended a very successful and rewarding trip to the top of Baja. We had done our homework, having “scouted” the route the year before. We were in good enough shape to be able to do the route, and we felt prepared not only physically but mentally as well. Picacho del Diablo is a worthy climb. It’s not a walk up by any means, but its summit is well worth the effort and work it takes to get there.


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theronmoon - May 4, 2007 9:25 am - Voted 10/10

I'm jealous

Great page! This is my most wanted mountain. Thanks for posting!


1mvertical - May 4, 2007 12:59 pm - Voted 10/10


What a great page! You should do a mountain page for this peak. I would love to climb a remote peak like this one.


madeintahoe - May 4, 2007 7:30 pm - Voted 10/10

One Day!

Thanks Andy for your story! I have wanted to do this peak for many years. Really sounds like such a unique area and so different! The rock looks beautiful!
Thank you again :)


bajaandy - May 4, 2007 7:34 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: One Day!

You're right about the rock... were this area not so remote, it would be quite the climbers paradise. Long granite walls with beautiful lines. I was thinking how cool it would be to climb some of those potentially unclimbed faces, but then I would snap back to reality.

Cy Kaicener

Cy Kaicener - May 5, 2007 5:34 pm - Voted 10/10

Picacho del Diablo

Excellent trip report. It brings back fond memories.


ranjack - May 5, 2007 6:30 pm - Voted 10/10


Nice writeup Andy! What can you say about the current condition of the road to the Llanitos shack. You say you stopped to lock the hubs into four-wheel drive but did you find that it was necessary? Is traction/clearance rough, or can this drive still be made in a passenger car?


bajaandy - May 5, 2007 9:02 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Baja!

Short answer: You will need 4x4 to get to the shack. But only in two or three places. Otherwise the road is in good condition but there is no way a passanger car could make it. However, you can drive a passanger car to the Vallecitos area which is an alternate trailhead for the hike into Canyon Diablo. This adds about two miles to the hike through aspen groves and rolling Jeffrey pine forests.


ranjack - May 6, 2007 12:27 pm - Voted 10/10

Re: Baja!

Right! I just read about that on Cal Tech Prof Christopher Brennen's website ( My car is all-wheel-drive but this is clearly not the same as 4X4, although I have to say I have driven to a few places that I was lucky to get back out of. You guys have inspired me to go. Hope to be there in about a month!


bajaandy - May 6, 2007 1:37 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Baja!

If you wait another month, be prepared for a lot of heat, and a lot less water in the canyon. We did this trip one week earlier than last year, and it was noticably hotter this year than last. There seemed to be about the same amount of water in the stream this year, but I don't know how long it lasts through the summer.

KathyW - May 14, 2007 3:20 pm - Voted 10/10

Great report!!!

Picacho del Diablo has been on my list for a while - hopefully, I'll find someone willing to make the trip with me next spring.

vancouver islander

vancouver islander - May 16, 2007 1:54 pm - Voted 10/10

Super Report

Very well written and informative. I enjoyed it a lot. I may never visit this area to it's nice to experience it viscerally at least. Some of those slabs look to be harder than Class 3 I must say.

The only (small) suggestion I would make is to embed some captions in the pictures as viewed within the report. Helps the reader visualise which section of the climb it pertains to without having to click on the image.

This is a tiny drawback, however, and I had no hesitation in giving it 10/10.

What's the summit altitude by the way?




bajaandy - May 16, 2007 2:11 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Super Report

Thanks for the suggestion! I agree, it would help to "fill in the blanks" of the story to have captioned pics. Sadly, my HTML skills are worse than my writing skills. I did put captions on the pics themselves, so there is a description if you click to see the larger image.
Altitude of north summit is 10,154 ft. South is 10,152 ft.

vancouver islander

vancouver islander - May 16, 2007 4:04 pm - Voted 10/10

Re: Super Report

After inserting the image in the text, simply insert the caption between the colon and the square bracket eg (the bold text) [img:225783:alignleft:medium:CRD Summits from Mt Wells]

What's the starting altitude?


bajaandy - May 17, 2007 11:06 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Super Report

Thanks for the lesson! I'll go give it a try.
Starting altitude depends upon your approach... From the east it's almost at sea level. From the west, you can drive to about 8,200 ft, but then you hike up to just over 9,000 to a saddle then descend to about 6,300 at Campo Noche, the start of the climb.
I intend to build a mountain page for this peak soon, so I'll add all that info when I do it.
Thanks again for the help.


Robertthethird - May 19, 2007 11:51 am - Hasn't voted

Great Report

If anyone would is thinking of planning a trip to this peak, I would love to join. Sounds like a great three day get away.


ranjack - Jun 16, 2007 1:56 pm - Voted 10/10

Summited June 14, 2007

Just back from a mid-June trip to San Pedro Martir. We were on top of Picacho del Diablo Thursday June 14 2007. Plenty of water in the canyon which was ice freaking cold in spite of the warm afternoon temperatures. Not too hot at all, in fact still fairly cold at night with temps around 40 degrees. If the temps are in the low 90s down in San Felipe it won't be too hot for you on the climb. I suspect there is good water flow year round in canyon del diablo.

It was a 4 day trip from Santa Monica via the Blue Bottle pass approach. Note that the park fee is now 40 pesos per person per night and the ranger issues a pass for each one saying so in writing and thanking you for supporting their conservation efforts. Fair enough. It looks like the road will be paved right to the park gate/entrance by the end of the summer. It was a little difficult navigating around all the construction equipment but we did in fact make it OK in a passenger car - once the road is done it will be cake. After the day 1 drive, we spent the first night at the Blue Bottle trailhead and noted that the chain was still down on the 4X4 track heading up to Llanitos shack. That was a cold night in June. Day 2 we hiked over to Blue Bottle and dropped down to Campo Noche and stayed in the same site that Baja Andy camped in (we know it was because of all the "Baja Andy Wuz Hear" graffiti, empty beer bottles, and T-bones-picked-clean everywhere - heh, heh, heh). Day 3, summit and back. Day 4, hike out and drive home.

Great wilderness hike and we were able to navigate between the GPS waypoints that we downloaded from one of the resource sites without problem - for navigation we simply used GPS, compass, and maps we downloaded off the Web. We found it was easy to get off the sometimes sketchy route at any time but since we knew we were moving in the right direction we always picked it up again - we may actually have avoided one or two of the more difficult sections simply by being off the ducked course at the time. No problem finding 4 birds on the GPS at any defined waypoint, and many places in between as well. This would be a much more difficult trip without the GPS. Once we were in the park we saw no one else - what an awesome wilderness trip that will test your strength and navigational abilities from beginning to end. Highly recommended!!!!


bajaandy - Jul 8, 2007 12:46 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Summited June 14, 2007

DUDE! Stoked that you made the climb! And that you had such awesome weather. I really would have thought it to be too hot in June. That really is a true wilderness experience. So cool to be that far out of town and have the place all to yourself. Good on ya!
Oh yeah, for anyone else reading this TR and the subsequent comments: THERE IS NO GRAFFITI, T-BONES OR BEER BOTTLES. Ranjack's comment was only a JOKE.


NewDayRising - Aug 15, 2007 7:08 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Summited June 14, 2007

"Baja Andy Wuz Hear" graffiti, empty beer bottles, and T-bones-picked-clean everywhere

WTF?? Thanks for leaving all your trash dude. So now I can have the "true wilderness" experience.


wingedfeet - Oct 18, 2007 11:26 am - Hasn't voted

Re: Summited June 14, 2007

Hi Ranjack, Good info in your comments.... Do you happen to have the addresses for the web sites where you got the GPS waypoints. I did Picacho del Diablo in 1982 and 1984 by the Eastern Approach and I am thinking of doing the Western approach in a couple of months.


bajaandy - Oct 31, 2007 11:32 pm - Hasn't voted

Re: Summited June 14, 2007

NewDayRising, please remove your ignorant reply. Ranjack was trying to be funny with his comment. It was a JOKE! There is NO graffiti from me. There is no trash left by my party. Learn how to read and interpret meaning from what you read.

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