Howdy All
Kathryn, Karin, Maria and I started about 3:15. For the first hour, I was nauseated, which I blamed on the heat and humidity. On the other hand, Walt may have the right idea about letting the gut dictate the starting time when one gets a bit older

He passed us a bit above the picnic tables and looked fabulous -- he was booking. The first clue as to Walt's identify was when I heard a man ask if he was going the in right direction for the waffle house.
We reached 4300 ft just as the sun was rising. The bugs (especially mosquitos). were out in force at Flat Rock. It seems they preferred Kathryn to me this time -- on our last Skyline, I sustained multiple bites. By the time we reached Grubbs notch, I'd had enough. I was able to convince pretty much everyone to abandon the summit and head to the tram bar. Just call me the San Jacinto Beer Siren

You know you've been to the same watering hole way too often when the bartender not only knows your name but starts drawing your beer

This was the second time that most of people around the bar had hiked Skyline. I want to formally thank Walt for graciously supplying the anesthetic beverages.
We completed the hike with Coleman's ritual lunch at Las Consuelas. Walt regaled us with wonderful stories about his hiking adventures in Scottland and Japan. Following lunch, I headed over to the Riveria Resort, bathed, and took a long nap. I haven't been to the Riveria since the rennovation --it's wonderful!
Today I completed my stay at Palm Springs by lecturing at a sports medicine conference. During my talk, I observed that two years ago I had fallen into cacti on the way up Skyline (earning the dubious name of "cactus ass") and that one year ago I went up Skyline with Karin for my first hike following the hiking misadventure. This was my third year hiking Skyline (prior to this conference) and there were no complications. San Jacinto has both tested me and redemed me -- I said a silent prayer of thanks to the mountain when I arrived at Grubbs notch.
MIles of smiles,
Ellen