Yesterday I was on the summit on San Jacinto for the first time since February 2.
I haven't hiked up San J via Fuller ridge since 2001 so it was time for another visit. Karin Meyer was hankering to experience this trail for the first time, so once again I had the pleasure of her company on the mountain.
We started at 6 AM due to the heat. The view from Castle Rocks was breath-taking. There's nothing quite like the feeling of being suspended up high between the desert and pine trees. We ran into an exquisite fast-flowing stream with miniature waterfalls before reaching the trail to Little Round Valley.
The only unpleasant part of the hike was maneuvering through the buckthorn section. I always enjoy climbing up the switchbacks out of little Round Valley but was happy to see the .3 mile to go sign.
It's difficult to explain how moved I felt as I passed the hut and scrambled over the rocks to the summit. This experience was dramatically different -- the sun was warm on my face and I enjoyed the caress of the breeze. I touched the summit sign and my heart swelled with happiness.
We visited the hut on the way down. On my last visit, it was half-buried in snow. It felt very odd to be walking around upright inside. The hut and summit soon became too crowded, so we signed the register and started down.
We stopped at the enchanting stream to obtain relief from the heat and refresh ourselves. We carelessly hiked along, relishing the shade of the trees. In an instant, everything changed. I simultaneously heard Karin screaming my name and a blood-chilling rattling.
I somehow ended up five feet back up the trail holding onto Karin and shaking. The snake had been coiled and was ready to strike. One more step and CRUNCH! It was in the shade and difficult to see. This is the second time I've encountered a buzz tail at ~8,000 ft on San J.
Fortunately, the rest of the hike was uneventful and we stayed alert. I was very happy to be on the gently-descending and shaded Fuller trail for the remainder of the hike. Most of the day hikers we encountered had used the Marion trail.
Miles of smiles,
Ellen
The Phoenix
