As I lay in bed on Christmas day, listening to the rain, I yearned to be in the mountains, where it was proper winter. So I did some calling around, and found Shihan, a Webb alum, eager to take his first trek to the peak of Mt. Baldy. We had talked about going for a run over the break, but this was even more enticing. It was a tough trek to the peak, especially since we were post-holing after the Sierra Club hut, but the wind was relatively calm, and when the sun made it through the active clouds, it was downright balmy (does it have to be above freezing to be balmy?). More than anything, it was a surreal glimpse into winter, as it coated all the desert plants with snow.
Shihan makes his way up to the Sierra Club hut.
Snow always makes an old trail seem new, but it can also lead to challenges in route finding. The trail is there...somewhere.
This rabbit seemed to know where it was going.
We were in and out of clouds for most of the trip. Here the wisps cleared to reveal the cumulous clouds hanging in the valley.
The final push to the peak
We were joined at the top by another hiker, who was grateful to follow in our tracks and kind enough to take this photo.
This sign marks the way down...at least we think it does.
Shihan refuels under this windswept tree.
The Devil's Backbone is the hallmark of the descent from Baldy to the ski area.
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