This was one fascinating hike. Under the shroud of extremely dense fog and clouds, we trudged our way up the Old Baldy Trail to the summit of Baldy. For nearly the entire time spent above 8,000 feet, there was this sort of icy rain blowing about the mountain. Trees were plastered in wind-blown ice and snow. Temps felt to be near-freezing on the way up, and when we came across a gentleman dressed in just a t-shirt and shorts, I thought he was asking for trouble. All in all it was such a memorable hike. Being tucked away in the clouds like that gave me an even greater sense of isolation from civilization -- something I yearn for on weekends
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