The Summiting of San Jacinto
Beginning Elevation (Trailhead) = 6,480
Peak Elevation (Top of San Jacinto) = 10,834
Ending Elevation = 8,650
Weather: Sunny with a high of 70
Joy, triumph, pain, heartbreak, awe…is it possible to fit that all into one day? After Day 17 on the trail, I would submit that it is indeed.
Yesterday, I had talked to a hiker named Nicole (Grinder) who let me know she’d arranged a ride back to the trailhead for this morning at 8am and that there was room for me. I was a bit anxious for some reason that I’d miss it (first thing I had to be on-time for in a while), so I got my tent down and everything into my pack and walked into town early. My pack felt the heaviest its been yet. I arrived at Higher Grounds Coffee House (right next door to where we planned to meet) around 7:00, ordered a small coffee, bagel with cream cheese, banana, and a blueberry muffin.I really liked this place and things were reasonably priced. I sat for about a half hour by myself and then a hiker named Goose walked in, so I sat with him for a bit. He was hoping to get on the trail again too, so we both went out just before 8:00 and timed it perfectly seeming as our trail angel driver had just pulled up. The problem, or so I thought, was that there were 6 of us hikers and this was a small pickup truck, like a Ford Ranger or similar. Somehow, four of us squeezed into the back with our packs and two fit up front!We made it the 1.5-2ish miles up to Humber Park Trailhead in joyous spirits. We piled out, thanked our man Kirk for the ride, and all stuck around just for a brief moment before jumping on the trail. Folks were stretching, getting packs in order, chit-chatting, and such.I personally was enjoying my blueberry muffin that I saved for some last minute power fuel. I also did a bit of complaining about my pack weight and didn’t get the empathetic response I’d hoped for. Instead, one of my fellow hikers (Matt) put me in my place by saying how lucky we are to get going again and go out into this snowy madness of a trail. He was right of course, and I did appreciate the positive outlook. It really did help just to change my attitude a bit.Deep down I was still hoping my pack was lighter though. To help myself out a bit, I did dump some water, which makes a surprisingly big difference. I started with only .5 liters.I was the last to leave the parking area, which I was fine with. There was actually another group of 6 hikers that came and went before I set out at 8:30am. What a difference a day of rest can make! I was motivated and feeling so much better than the day I came off the trail.
Before today, I hadnt listened to music while hiking on the trail. Soon into my trek I thought that this would be a very appropriate time to do so seeming as I already hiked this section and it’s a pretty steep up hill climb. I found that rather than take away from the experience, the tunes complimented it! I’m still thinking I’ll enjoy the sounds of my surroundings most of the time, but it’s great to have that option available.
I ended up catching Goose and hiked with him the rest of the way up to the PCT. I think I’d been psyching myself about this side trail, imagining it to be worse than it was. It was actually a very beautiful trail and I could see why so many day hikers we’re around. We got to the junction around 10:00. This side trail was around 2.5 miles. We then turned north and hiked together for another 2 miles or so. The trail started going up right away and soon we were back in snow…At one point, we made an attempt to try and practice self arresting with Goose’s ice axe. It was kind of a fail since the snow was soft and wet and there wasn’t a high enough slope, but it was fun and maybe we got something out it. At some point, I’ll need to buy one and actually do some serious practicing.
Around mile 181, we parted ways. I decided I was going to take an alternate route that reaches the top of Mount San Jacinto and then returns to the PCT. A lot of folks, Goose included, planned to stay on the PCT, which essentially circles around the mountain. The two routes are similar in mileage, I think going to the peak adds another mile or two.
At 11:45, I took off starting in lots of snow. Soon though, it was snow free and I filled/filtered some water from a meltwater spring near the trail. As expected when climbing mountains, the trail was going up the whole way.My snow free zone lasted for about an hour at a junction where I stopped for lunch (yes that’s mustard, it was an odd combination no doubt). The other photo was an attempted timed shot…I wasn’t quite quick enough.Just about as I was ready to start hiking again, a day hiker came cruising up. He’d already hiked 13 miles! We talked briefly then he started tromping through the snow up ahead. I followed after him at a slower pace. And I followed his lead in putting on my micro-spikes at this point. The trail was not really present anymore seeing as it was all snow. We just followed the footprints and occasionally I’d check my mapping app to see we were on track. Toward the top, we were basically just going straight up, which you can imagine was quite the workout.
I caught up to another hiker near the top too, who I found out was a section hiker (meaning he does different sections of the PCT whenever able, so not all the way through in one go). He didn’t have micro-spikes and seemed to be having a slow time going. I stayed near enough to him to keep an eye on him. Soon later, around 3:00ish, we made it to the top!!!The day hiker guy turned out to be Jay, a weather forecaster from somewhere on the coast. He took off pretty quickly though since he had about 15 miles to go back down…yikes. I felt he could do it though, he seemed experienced and fit. The other guy, section hiker Ted (got his name at the top too) I was more worried about.
Ted only had paper maps, which are quite difficult to use when the trails covered. We were both headed the same way to the PCT, a different way than we’d come up, so we stuck together. But first, we found our way to the emergency shelter and found two thru-hikers I know from Denmark, Hannibal and Adam. They planned to stay the night up there.The way down was a long, brutal struggle for Ted and I. The problem was us going down late in the day, so the snow was becoming soft and at times we would break through up to our knees or thighs even. Post-holing is the term folks use for this. The sporadic, irregular way in which this occurred made it quite frustrating and for my new friend, dangerous. He took a few tumbles and scraped up his shins and arm pretty good on the ice. It really was not a good idea to be up there without the spikes.At one point we reached a designated campground…there was a bit of snow.We made it down to the PCT safely around 6:30. Ted camped right there, whereas I continued down the trail for a bit longer. Before taking off though, I came to realize a sad truth… Sumi, my ferocious and wise guide, had stayed behind on the top of the mountain 😢. This was a mighty blow to my soul, a hurt that cut much deeper than my scraped shin. I still don’t how I’ll deal with this tragedy, I may see if I can recruit tomorrow’s summiters to rescue him and if not, he will watch over the mountain for all eternity.
Onward I trudged. I got some water at a picturesque meltwater stream and made camp about a mile from where we had re-joined the PCT.
My tent site was awesome, definitely top 15 of the trip so far. It was later and the sun was going down as I set up my tent. Then as I cooked and ate dinner I kept finding myself getting up to try and get different sunset pics.
An incredible day!