Wednesday was my first day off in what felt like forever, so I decided to take advantage of my new found nothing-to-do-ness with a day hike on the PCT in the Angeles National Forest. I had grand plans of waking up before the sun. Of filling a thermos with steaming hot coffee and sipping it as the pine-speckled mountains changed colors and I rounded the corners carefully up-up-up Highway 2. Of hiking fifteen (ten, at the very least) miles with 25 pounds in my pack.
Alas, I don’t actually own a thermos. Nor did I wake up anywhere near dawn. And I somehow managed to find 59,475,281 things that had to be done on my day off. So when I finally pulled into the empty parking lot at Three Points Junction trailhead (mile 403.4) it was just shy of 3:30 in the afternoon. I did manage to get six miles of hiking in before the shadows of boulders and trees stretched further across the trail and I headed back down-down-down Highway 2 while there was still some light in the sky (would have loved to stay longer but my eyesight sucks when I drive at night).
Here are some photos. I took them on my iPhone and I’m not too good of a picture-taker so, you know, disclaimer or whatnot.
Hiking through burn areas (even pretty ones like these) is always kinda spooky in a post-apocalyptic sort of way.
Leftovers from last week’s storms.
Also, I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately. It just makes sense.
5 thoughts on “Angeles”
When do you leave? Still down for local hikes! I love The The! Best song ever!
The pictures are fabulous–The trail looks amazing, and I love the song!! Go Molly!!
THE THE!!! my…. I almost forgot what once was. see you out there.-masshole.
tols i love you
I would like to hear the “fell up the concrete stairs” story. This was fun to read. It is not quite as much fun as talking with you though.