Yesterday was the day for correcting that mistake. I ascended the Mt. Wilson Toll Road, passing several large landslides.
They should send the dozer up this road ASAP because Murph needs to tend to his signage at the campground. One of his "no littering" signs has fallen on the ground and blown into a bush, becoming litter.
I continued up the Toll Road to a saddle just east of the highpoint. This is the main junction before leaving Henninger if you're continuing toward Wilson to the right. Turning left instead, the Helipad Road passes a split where you can follow an animal track up the ridge to the highpoint.
Right now the ridge is full of green grass and there are some trees to enjoy. Near the top is a water guzzler with a view.
At the summit a water tank sits alone.
It was so cold in the shadows at Henninger camp that my toes started freezing. (It didn't help that I was only wearing hiking sandals and light-duty cotton socks on my feet.) So the sunlight at the peak felt good and warmed me up.
I took in the views of Mt. Wilson in one direction and the coastline in the other. I then dropped down the other side to the helipad.
The helipad was still partially covered in pools of rainwater. I then caught the road back to civilization. Many groups were heading up to Henninger while I descended. I suppose people had been itching to hike after a weekend of raining.
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