Covid really wiped me out, two weeks barely moving at home and nearly a month afterward I still walk slow everywhere. Since I have a permit for some Sierra hiking in three weeks I needed to get in some training and this is an easy way to get some of that. Departed my house late Saturday afternoon and on the way remembered that I didn't pack any eating implement so I stopped at Wendys to get a Frosty, which came with a spoon. Yum, strawberry. I don't know how long it's been since I was on this trail, it's mostly still pretty nice. The late afternoon shadows were nice in the trees, especially when I turned onto the Chapman trail. I was surprised to see a little bit of water flowing in the tiny stream below Cedar Glen, although I had already filled up from the creek in Icehouse. Only one other tent was parked there, maybe not surprising considering that the next day was Father's Day. I managed to get the tent up, pad inflated and sleep stuff unpacked before dark and had a meal of beans and rice along with some Del Taco Inferno sauce. I heard what sounded like footsteps once during the night but didn't see any evidence of critters in the morning. On the hike out I had to stop and wait for about a hundred uphill hikers, which of course gave me an opportunity to work on my social skills. Altogether another great day in the San Gabes.
Pics...
Trailhead. New sign reminding folks to pack it out.
Junction.
It was a fabulous afternoon, clear blue sky and great view up toward Icehouse Saddle.
Almost sunset on Sunset Peak.
The sunny side of the canyon, getting toward last light.
Water flowing. It was about 2-3 inches deep in places and some little trickles, enough to get a short bottle in.
Campsite. The Notch is just too wide to pitch in the upper spots.
In all the time I have visited, I never saw this little sign near the helicopter pad.
I left no trace.
"Argue for your limitations and sure enough they're yours".
Donald Shimoda
