WOW, WOW, WOW! When I first hiked Skyline back in May there was no moon out. Very dark and a sky filled with stars. It truly was a Portal to Another World.
Now, Friday, October 17th, exactly 5 months to the day later, the moon was full and the landscape visible all around. This was just as spectacular and no headlamp was needed.
I met up with Reego at the museum at about 2:45am and we hit the trail around 3:00am. Just as it was in May, stepping through the wall at the museum was like stepping out of an airplane door. But instead of parachuting to the ground, the destination was up, up, and up.
I hadn't been on any hikes in over two months and had been getting over a hamstring injury so I knew this would be a challenge. I was not disappointed…it was a challenge! But despite the huffing and puffing and aches, the hamstring held up ok.
Hiking by starlight is an amazing experience, ones eyes struggle to adjust to what is just out of reach of the headlamp making the hike unknown and exciting. By contrast, hiking by moonlight allows you to see everything you missed by starlight. The moon casts an eerie and artistic glow on rocks, cactus and canyons for miles around.
Just before Flat Rock, the sun came up and the glow off the mountain in front of us was spectacular. As was the glistening on the Salton Sea many miles away.
From there, Reego pulled ahead and I stopped at Coffman's Crag for a much needed snack. After getting to Long Valley, I did not know Reego had gone into the tram station to get breakfast. The maintenance crew had inadvertently obliterated a note Reego had written for me in the dirt.
Thinking Reego had headed for the summit, I filled out a permit and headed off in that direction. By now, the aches and pains (and hunger) were making the hike a chore and not enjoyable anymore. It was mind over matter at this point and that paid off with a nice photo at the summit just after 11:00am. No snow to turn me around this time, I'd made it!
But what happened to Reego?
After a couple of summit photos, I left a note for Reego in the summit hut register and headed back down. The hike back down was still aches and fatigue but I had renewed energy knowing there was some good food waiting at the end of this marathon. I tried hard to get the idea of steak fajitas out of my head. I was ready to eat the bark on the trees!
But then I ran into Reego coming up the trail. We talked a bit about the hike and the missed note on the trail. He too was aching but making good progress. He was headed to the summit then down the other side to camp at Little Round Valley. We wished each other luck as Reego headed toward the summit and I headed toward the tram.
Back in May, riding down the tram I was almost alone in the tramcar. This allowed me to have a few nice contemplative moments thinking about the desert and the snow, listening to Ottmar Leibert (do they ever play anything else in the tram cars?). This time though was different. It was later in the day and the tramcar was packed. I was the only hiker on board so I tried to stay a polite distance away from anyone for fear the 20+ miles might offend the olfactory senses around me. However, I was laughing about it inside, a small treat brought on by the last vestiges of released endorphins.
That night I treated myself to those steak fajitas (and ate like a pig all day Saturday too). The aches are subsiding and I am already thinking of next time. I never thought I would say that after hiking it twice but Skyline draws you in. It grips your imagination either by darkness, by moonlight, or the early morning alpenglow over the mountain.
The allure never fades; it only changes with the seasons.
James
