I woke up at ass o clock in the morning, finished assembling the contents of my bag, got dressed, and left at about 6:30 AM Sunday morning. This particular day was foggy, particularly in the SGV that I had to drive through to get to Baldy Village, where the trail in question awaited. I was on the 210 at 7:30 AM, just after the sun rose.
The way to Baldy Village.
My recommendation stems from this: The 210 east bobs and weaves amongst the mountains it's situated amongst. As I drove, the sun burned through the fog layer as I gained altitude, diffusing the morning light amongst those clouds. As the highway dipped back down, the sun was again hidden, and the highway found itself wrapped in morning gloom. It did this a few times. Super fuckin rad.
Anyway, the 210 lets out nearby Baldy Village, which is a cute little mountain town that seems super quaint but probably everyone does meth because there isn't a goddamned thing to do besides hike and remark at how quaint things are. There's one super windy road in, and it goes through a few tunnels of the old 'we threw dynamite at it until it wasn't there' drilling technique.
Cucamonga peak requires an adventure pass. 'Requires' in this instance falls more along the lines of 'we'd prefer it if you got an adventure pass' because I've parked there twice, while making disconcertingly intense eye contact with the park rangers, and nothing has happened. I pay taxes motherfucker, I can walk around this piece of public property if I want.
Cucamonga Peak is accessible via IceHouse Canyon Trail. The trail is well-maintained, dotted with private cabin residences throughout.Amongst these cabins are old ruins of other structures, either destroyed by fire or flood; only the flagstone base remains of many, and only a few walls of that for some others. Throughout this section, I was stalked by a bee. Just one. The trail weaves in and out of several peoples yards, which sucks, because if you got a cabin in the mountains, 'a shitload of people in your grille all the time' seems like the exact opposite thing you'd want.
Cabin in the woods
The weather forecast was a high of 75 at base camp, with a low of 30. With a delta of 45 degrees, I had to pack both light and heavy, which led to several costume changes on my way up the mountain. As a point of experience, if there's that big of a temperature variation in the forecast, you're essentially doomed to some degree of uncomfortability. Heads up - If you want to be popular on the trails, American Flag leggings are the way to go. Top comment I recieved 'Bro - your tights are sicker than the views' thanks bro, your patriotism has been noted.
But I kinda don't believe him.
The trail runs next to a creek for a mile, then winds through a rocky field at the base of the mountain. From here, it's a few relentless miles of switchbacks climbing up the face of the mountain, before levelling off into the IceHouse Saddle, where several trails all come together. And still, that single goddamned bee stalked me.
Up until this point, Cucamonga Peak was familiar territory. I had been once before during December, but the weather could best be described as 'rainy bullshit' which turned into 'the goddamned apocalypse'.
Where that small tree trunk to the right of the path is? There used to be a wall of rain there.
As I ascended further.The area beyond Icehouse Saddle is notable because any attempt to actually maintain the trail beyond that landmark is not really apparent. The trail narrows to about 10 inches, and it's not particularly sturdy; Multiple times the trail gave way underfoot, in between slipping on rocks and scree that littered the path.
Regardless, I made it up to the point where I had to turn around last time due to a Poseidon's Fury-style wall of water. Lacking such an obstace, I made my way up the trail. Scree turned to rubble, and rubble turned to football-sized rocks which made up both the trail and the cliffs, the trail only understandable as a strangely-worn set of boulders winding around the cliff.
Cucamonga Peak sits at 8.300 feet, and due to the structure of the surrounding mountains, manages to maintain snowpack throughout the year. This wouldn't be a problem, except that it was warm enough to cause the top layer of snow to melt. And the snow often flowed over onto the already-narrow footpath. So, let's recap.
-Path is narrow, poorly structured.
-Path is covered in snow
-Path has footsteps worn into snow, packed hard to become ice
-Footholds within snow are uneven
-Top layer of ice has melted, making ice slippery
-Path has 70-degree slopes on either side.
FUUUUCK YOOOOOOOU
After very carefully crossing the slippery uneven narrow rickety bullshit path, the trail wound further into an even shitter path - the trail sloped up 45 degrees, with barely any marker of human activity. There was zero pack on the dirt, which required a hands-and-feet scrabble to ascend. I really wanted to slap whoever engineered this shitty fucking trail because they did a goddamned terrible job of it.
Then I got to the trail, and realized that I had missed a turn, and had just been climbing the mountainside slopes. Whoops. At least the way down would be easier.
After reaching the summit, I hung out with a few other climbers, saw a dog(but did not hang out with the dog) and noticed that the goddamned bee was still orbiting my head like a particularly loud ioun stone that stings you. Took a bunch of photos, ate an entire bag of trail mix, refilled my water, and off I went back down the mountain.
Face of meth hiking
Going down is always easier, but this was a particularly quick trip, feeling as spry as I did. I essentially ran down most of the hills, dodging the olds and the fats in the way because CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKER HIKE TRAIN AINT GOT NO BRAKES. That is until I got to a few craggy sections. Or that section where the trail gave way and I ate shit really hard. Hit the brakes then. BUT THEN CHOO CHOO.
All in all, the hike was 12 miles, and gained 4,300 feet of elevation. I started at 8, finished by 3, and was home by 5.
HERE ARE THE THINGS I LEARNED ON THIS HIKE:
-Wear sunscreen. Really. I'm currently cosplaying as a tomato.
-Human piss probably contributes substantially to the water cycle in mountains where there are trails.
-Rangers are actual cops, but way more chill because they aren't held to cop rules of ticketing/fund creation.
-4 liters of water is just enough
-My daypack has limitations as to what it can carry. That limit is not very high in terms of clothing
-I need to get my knife sharpened
Here's some more pictures!
Next up: Mt. Baldy!
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