by Rick F » Mon Feb 23, 2009 9:49 am
Trip Report, Sunday, Feb. 22, 2009.
I didn’t get quite as early of a start as I had intended. I did finish most gear prep the day before, I even packed a lunch on Saturday night. I was out the door a little before 7:00 a.m. Despite the sky being filled with high winter clouds, from Temecula and French Valley I had a clear view of Jacinto. The summit was crowned with a surreal lenticular cloud.
Needless to say, I didn’t make the first tram. There weren’t many early birds. As I parked, I noticed that there were only about 6 or 7 vehicles in parking lot. I rode up what I’m guessing was the second or third tram at about 8:40. Once off the tram & down the sidewalk I made my way to the Ranger station to fill out a self issue permit. There I put my skins on & talked briefly with a solo snowshoe hiker from Long beach.
I started skinning up a littler before 9:30 and although it was my first time on A/T skis it was working out well. There were several groups of 10 to 12 boys with some grown-ups making there way down. They told me they had camped out up at Tamarack Valley and some of the group summited the day before. This was good news to me since it indicated that there would be a well broken trail to the top.
I had to stop about where the trail forked to either Wellman Divide or Tamarack Valley to check some hot-spots on the inside of both feet just above my heels. Upon removing my boots I realized that I waited too long. I had left & right matching blisters. Like I’ve done for 30 years of downhill resort skiing, I wore only cotton athletic socks. I also didn’t put the laces in the liner of my A/T boots. No big deal, I covered the tender blisters with some duct tape, laced up the liners, and switched to Smart wool socks.
I continued skinning to a little above the campsites at Tamarack Valley. At that point due to the steep angle of the trail, skins wouldn’t keep me from sliding backwards. I tried executing some step turns and making switchbacks but it wasn’t feeling very efficient. Switching to snowshoes with skis strapped on my pack I continued up the east slope.
After having gained a saddle I attempted some reckoning. But by this time the clouds had descended below the summit obscuring a clear view of it. Thinking that Miller peak was to the right and seeing some tracks to the left, I headed south. For the next 20 minutes I could catch occasional glimpses to the west, seeing familiar views of Hemet, Diamond Valley Lake, and Santiago Peak. Logically I knew that these views were not possible if I were still east of the summit. So I did a 180 and headed back. I made it to the summit of San J. at about 2:20. Most all of the rocks that have to be scrambled over in the summer were now totally buried in snow. The wind was blowing but it was not extremely cold. I decided to wait until I could find a more sheltered spot to eat some lunch. I took a quick arm’s-length self portrait, removed the skins and headed down. On my second turn I realized that I had neglected to lock my boots into ski mode. Quick fix and was back on my way.
Now the best part! Back down at the Saddle, I started a gradual descending traverse. Then I realized that this is some good knee deep powder. I carefully pointed my skis down and rounded out an incredible powder turn. WOO-HOO! Another 10 or so turns and the angle lessened. Although not as steep, the snow was still pretty good back to Tamarack Valley. I meandered back & forth following the ascent trail. Now my legs were starting to get that anaerobic downhill muscle burn. I stopped near the big meadow, found a big rock to sit on and had some lunch. The rest of the way out I stayed mostly on the packed trail. Without skins on I had to either side step or take skis off & walk on the five or six short sections of uphill. With skis you really have to manage gravity or you end up having to push & walk more than you need to.
I made it back to the tram station a little after 4:00 p.m. Five hours up, one & a half down. I stopped in for celebratory cold brew & caught the 5:15 tram down. A great work-out and a thrilling descent, what a day!