We ended up taking the Ice House trail to the 8,859-foot summit and hiked nearly 12 miles there and back.
I still had my eyes on other peaks but being able to freely trek to the top of Baden-Powell with friends that day was satisfying.
I wanted to write a poem about my love for the sun even though summer calls for a much more intense presence. I still stand transfixed by the view and wanted to write down my unorganized thoughts and share them with you.
To say that I love to hike is an understatement. Hiking is the medium I use to reset and release. I enter nature, my church, with filthy boots and athletic wear and can maintain my peace.
I’ve always said that nature is my church. I go there to reset, reconnect, and to reflect on everything. However, I never had the chance to do that by myself until that hike alone in Monrovia Canyon.
We had prepared, but we begrudgingly anticipated the lingering feeling of sore muscles days after leaving the face of Mount Wilson, the first in our Six Pack of Peaks Challenge.
Although I’m happy to see people getting outside and connecting with nature, I would like to see more education on stewardship of the land.
As I looked down at the new shoes on my feet, I let my mind wander to think of the past ten years out on the trails. The old pair of shoes that I had stuffed into the trunk of a car had carried me through the cool woods of the northern forests of California, [...]