Having lost sense of direction, and being too lazy to whip out my compass, I convinced Willie that the taller and much bigger mountain over yonder must be it. So we went in that general direction along the ridge line and through the trees.
It was slightly warm but still cool enough to be pleasant. A little breeze felt nice. And the trees provided good shade. After dropping off the west ridge of Peak 6202, we figured out where we were on the map and began climbing up the south ridge of Guillermo.
(Wandering around the Sespe Wilderness with Peak 6202 in background.)
Willie had been itching to find a razorback ridge that he read about from a Meetup group. He noticed something that looked promising, but it was down another ridge through brush, maybe a half-mile away and 500 feet below us.
I agreed to wait in the nice, cool shade, while he bushwhacked to the other ridge and back. And I made sure to pick a spot with a view so that I could watch Willie struggle as much as possible. Here is his picture of the ridge...
All I had was my smartphone, so I couldn't get any good pictures of him from far away.
Eventually he made it back in one piece, though with a bloody finger and torn shorts. Then we continued up to Guillermo.
I took this selfie on the summit, then my phone died.
We ate some lunch and relaxed in the shade with great views of the surrounding canyons.
On the way back we found the Sierra Club route and figured out where we goofed up in the beginning.
Below is the stuff I packed out, including my first bowling pin, which was attached by rope to a hard drive and slung up in a tree - used as a target for shooting practice.
It leaves nothing to the imagination.