...swollen knee...bloody shoulders...callused hands...scraped knee...and that's just me. My body looks like I got into a grappling match with a wolverine high on angel dust.
That is a quick and dirty recap of our hike to Cathedral Peak. That being said, it was well worth it. We got started a little after 11:15 AM and got right into it. After about a mile up a paved road, we hit the trail. It had been a little over 2 years since the last time I was on this hike so I pulled out the directions I downloaded from a local website (www.santabarbarahikes.com), as my fellow hikers looked on with worried, "WTF, I thought you knew what you were doing!" faces. Easy, fellas, it's been a while!
So, we went up and came down. The Santa Barbara Hikes website describing this as a "super-strenuous boulder hop" on a "primitive trail" was spot on. I had forgotten the intensity and the length of this trip. I must have said "we're almost at the top" a dozen times before we actually reached the summit. Needless to say, my group tuned me out by the third or fourth time. A bunch of stuff happened in between, like...
but then it
really got interesting.
As we descended, we took the left side of a fork in the trail, which led to a steep descent down a very loose, unmaintained trail - emphasis on steep and loose. We soon came to realize that we likely took a wrong turn. I left the group and ran back up the hill to where the trail forked and found the way we came up (and what seemed to be the easiest way down). I called to the others to come back, but they had gone down far enough that they felt they could easily meet up with me shortly. Not wanting our group to be separated, I joined them and we continued our descent.
“If there’s a trail, it has got to lead somewhere,” we thought. Well, it led somewhere, no doubt, but nowhere we wanted to be. We arrived at the top of a series of picturesque pools surrounded by slick rock formations. See the pools near the top of the following pic?
We made our way around a couple of pools and came upon what seemed like a dead end. I tried to jump one of the pools to scope out what was on the other end, only to slip and get one of my feet wet and, even worse, inadvertently wet the already-slick rock everyone else hoped to jump onto to get to me.
The main trail seemed close, so I made my way down another slick decline and, in the process, got my other foot wet as well. At least I felt balanced. I quickly realized my mistake -- I was on one side of pool that was about ten feet lower than the previous pool, the group was on the other, and there was no way for us to join up without risking injury. The worst thing - the main trail was literally yards away from me, but there seemed to be no safe way to get there. You know how they say "so close, yet so far away"? Well, I never truly appreciated that expression until then.
And guess what? Clouds rolled in during our "discussion" and we saw a few drops. And where there are a few drops, a rainstorm is likely to follow. Yes, it seems Murphy, that pesky legislator we all hate for his poor timing, was the uninvited 7th guest on our hike.
We had to make a quick decision. If it started raining, you would be reading about a group of foolish students who got stranded in the San Gabriel mountains and had to get air-lifted out due to near death by exposure. We decided that the group would go back the way they came (yes, up that steep incline), and I would climb down to the main trail.
It was my first foray into free-solo climbing. Luckily for me, the descent wasn't too bad. That being said, I'm glad the group didn't follow my path given three people in our party had little or no rock climbing experience. After I got to the main trail, I began to scope out any possibility of getting back to the group when I heard Elliott call my name. The group found a trail outlet that led them to the main trail without having to climb back up the way we came. We simply missed it on the way down. Murphy must have been taking a nap.
A few minutes and about half a mile later, I was reunited with the crew. What could have ended in a disastrous day instead ended happily. As we walked back to our cars, we compared battle scars while laughing about the day's adventures and the 3-hour hike which turned into a 5-hour excursion, and reveled in the fact that we'd soon be consuming copious amounts of barbecued flesh. I can't wait to do it again SOON. I'm going again in January - wanna come?
If, after reading this post, you're thankful you didn't come, you probably won't enjoy the trail. If you feel like you missed out, you're in luck!
A big THANKS to Elliott, Elizabeth, Ida, Lisbet, Siawn, and even Murphy (not pictured below) for a truly unforgettable day.