July 12, 1999 |
The light in her rustic mountain cabin flicks on at 3:50 a.m. The campers won't wake up for another three hours. Rose Urbina, 76, steps out into the dark forest, as she has each summer morning for four decades. It's a short walk to the kitchen, one in a collection of rust-dyed buildings that resembles an old logging camp in this Sierra Nevada basin. But the walk takes her a little longer these days. Cans are harder to open. More and more, she relies on the teenagers for help.