This was tough! It was tough the one and only time I did it way back when, the first time I was preparing for Mt. Wrightson, trying to challenge myself. And it was tough when young Guiseppi and I took a crack at it last March but was forced back because of snow, oncoming darkness, and me having a day less than stellar for not having taken a day off to rest. Guiseppi could have made it, I have no doubt.
Well, today, I was determined to make it all the way back up to the saddle, almost 9 1/2 miles round trip from the Experimental Station on the back side of Madera Canyon. The total elevation gain is 3,450 ft. and there is no respite for people like me.
I thought with all the hiking I have been doing, with Russell playing the task master, no problemo, but not so. I simply could not keep the pace with Russ. At a certain point, I shouted up the snowy switch back, through the forest of tall Chihuahua pines to Russ, and told him, “you go on without me. I’ll keep coming but at my pace”. I was thinking that would be it for me. He would make the saddle, and I would fall so far behind that the saddle would only appear in my dreams. He reassured me, “No problem, Leo, you are doing fine!” The next thing I knew, he was gone! That son of…no, don’t say it, hold that thought, you don’t really know the whole story…but he was gone!
I said, “to hell with it.” I was thinking, “where did he disappear to?” It was about that time I decided to sit and take a “lunch” break, to refresh, re-group, and stop thinking about whether I could make it or not. If I did, I did. After about 10 minutes, I continued my plight, thinking to myself, that I was higher up on the mountain than I had realized. Then I got it in my head that if I ran into him on the trail at this point, I would keep going. I suspected he would just turn around and go back up the mountain with me.
Sure enough, he appeared, and just as I had suspected, I was closing in on the saddle. He was in a jovial mood and had hiked over the back side of the ridge onto the Sawmill Canyon Trail curious about a trail he had never done. And just as I thought, he was quick to explore the surrounding trail (in this case, the first quarter mile of Sawmill Canyon Trail), then return to Florida Saddle and march back down the trail where he then intercepted me. Jeese, it must be nice to have boundless energy!
Once I had time to sop the sweat, catch my breath, relish the success of making the ridge, I wallowed in the view and re-constructed in my mind, where this nexus of trails was relative to the northern end of this cordillera. Having been up there once before on the Florida Trail, and having hiked almost to this spot from the Four Springs Trail in the west, I had a better idea how it all came together. But, it was still all speculation. There was about a quarter to a half mile of forest covered crop of mountain leaving a question mark in my mind. I could almost guess where the Crest Trail took off for Mt. Wrightson. But it would have taken a better person than myself or an earlier start to finally put an end to the mystery. We had to turn around and start down the mountain if we were to be back by 5 PM, which was getting close enough to sunset to make me feel uncomfortable.
There is something psychological about turning around and beginning the fast plod downhill that always gives me the illusion of “mission accomplished”. But, I know better! It was still going to be 2 1/2 hours of gnarly discomfort and aching fatigue, endlessly stepping between sharp rocks, even if the pace was relatively fast. The trail was narrow, overgrown and intermittently steep with five good-sized logs laying across it that had to be climbed (one of which left me with a healthy, bloody scratch on my calf). Trails in these untraveled woods just don’t get a lot of maintenance.
Russ says he’s tired at the end of a hike. He makes it sound like he feels his aches and pains. Yeah, I know I should add at least a 2 or 3 mile walk through the desert, on off days, just to keep toning the muscles, but the reward of a day off, motivates me. But, he’ll be out there again, tomorrow, walking 8 miles, albeit on gentle, rolling desert floor, looking for unique objects to add to his garden.