To quote Hikin' Jim -- "It's Wed, so it must be Dobbs."
Sally, Marilyn, Heather (from San Diego) and I headed up yesterday a bit after 6 AM. Scuttlebutt has it that Alex (antagonistic gate guard) has been removed
Since it's January, I wore long pants and a lightweight Patagonia long sleeved shirt.
By the time we reached Dobbs, I changed into a short sleeved shirt and wished that I'd worn shorts as did Sally. At least we didn't find any pink tape. Joined the trail and headed over to San Gorgonio. A bit over 5 hours after starting, we were lunching on the peak.
On the descent, I tried one of the shortcuts down to High Creek. Those endless switchbacks drive me crazy.
This turned out to be a mistake. When I was trying to step over deadfall, I slipped and went under it feet first. The long pants didn't offer adequate protection.
This is one of those shortcuts that you have to "nail" perfectly or you wind up bushwhacking. We finally found the correct route near the bottom where it empties out near High Creek campsites. I'm now calling this a "longcut."
From High Creek down, we ran into several nasty spots of ice on the trail. In keeping with the day, I fell flat on my back twice -- even connecting with the back of my head. This did not help the headache that had started at High Creek.
Finally got back to our vehicles at 4 PM. I purchased medicinal Arrogant B**tard at the Elkhorn Café, then enjoyed wonderful Chili Verde at El Mexicanno.
Sally had worn shorts and t-shirt and didn't have a scratch. Figures
Miles of smiles,
Ellen
