We were a day or two into this off-and-on drizzlefest in town, right around the low 40's. Snow level couldn't have been much higher than 7,500', we thought. Just as happens every year, a flood of hikers who bumped their rain gear ahead of them to the 'real' mountains were stuck in town, soaked to their cuban fiber underwear (hey I gotta take a few shots at you guys...
). Luckily for everyone, Idyllwild is a great zero day and most were happy to hang out and visit for a few hours while booking rooms in town for showers.
Closing a bit late because of the deluge of happy dirty hippies, I wasn't too sure I could sneak one quick run in. I'd been meaning to try the Tahquitz Lookout, a friend of mine had a time he was pretty proud of so of course I wanted to deflate his sails a bit... but not knowing the snow conditions up high I decided to just have fun with it and enjoy the scenery.
I started off Devil's slide around 7, with just a hoodie and a permit in my back pocket. It was damp, not raining any longer but just reminding you that it had been for quite some time. I was working hard to stay warm, alternating hiking up steep terrain and obstacles and running more reasonable slopes. Whenever I would remember a bump or small hill with a downhill coming up I would hear my high school cross country coach in my head say "Five quick steps!" and soar up and over, racing only the dirt being kicked from the soles of my shoes.
Just as I was arriving at the saddle junction, two things happened. One, the forest duff was powdered with 1/2" of fresh snow. Two, the clouds hadn't the muster for the elevation gain and were sitting just inside the Strawberry and Fern Valleys.
The trail flattened and I could finally start to motor. Despite being on the PCT in early May I was the only one there and my footsteps were fresh tracks on a trail I had to 'feel.' Running tight along the ridge, as the trail curved East towards the next junction, light started to pop through the taller pines and spill into the valley below. Lit up yellow and coated in white they looked more like Christmas trees. Some snow would spindrift on top of boulders and create taller patches, and I'd scoop up a handful and suck on it like an ice cube. I was careful not to eat too much snow to cool my core, but found little handfuls every few minutes was re-hydrating me just fine.
Suddenly I hit the saddle and banked right, 5 quick steps over the hill, and pounded across the most beautiful scene I had come across on the mountain in the ten years I'd been on it. Just as I was making fresh tracks, I was in a world split in two. I had left the frosted mountain buttresses, their western faces wearing white armor against the clouds buffering the upper ramparts. The yellow sun shone through, though the translucent clouds hid its location, as a general driving his ethereal soldiers on.
The image was both incredibly powerful yet beautiful, a Daostic image of the play of nature.
I tagged the summit and ran by once more, the mountains having won the battle were bathed in orange and pink glory.
In days like these I find solace, peace, strength and awe.
I aspire to write as well.
