I decided to head on up to Henninger Flats along the toll road this
evening. I need to walk more, after all. Just past the two mile
marker, I saw a nice tree full of flowers and sketched it.
A flowering tree along the road.
there, I continued up to Henninger and a little bit further. There
were three deer in the campground and another one just outside it. I
went on up to where a road heads off to the west, quickly splitting into
a numbered route and a road to a helicopter pad. By then the sun was
set. I'd driven up to the start, hiked about three miles uphill, and
got a sketch done in just a little more than two hours.
I took a
good look around because it was still time for colors in the sky and
I'd not been up that far and the road had just reached the edge of a
ridge with the far side having a little different character from the
side I'd been up. Then I hiked back down. It was shortly after 9PM
when I got back to the gate, locked sunset to sunrise. It really was
locked, so I had to backtrack to the other side of the bridge and follow
the trail along the creek a little way before crossing and climbing out
to my usual parking space along Altadena then hike back up the roads to
the car. It worked out and I got to lead a fellow who hadn't believed
the sign along the shorter way back than going all the way down to the lot that is nearly to New York.
This afternoon I stopped by Jo-ann to find that if I ever want sock yarn
in a solid color, I need to order it online or get some good stuff from
Skein. But that was on my way to go hiking: there is a trail
that heads up into the foothills from about halfway down to the bridge
along Mt. Wilson Toll Rd. I had seen a bit of it down below me when I
was hiking much higher up from Rubio Canyon some weeks back. It calls
itself Altadena Crest trail and I decided to see what it's like.
trail climbed steeply out of the canyon and then kept going steeply to
get above the house level as it goes along the little canyons above
Altadena. A few of the canyons seemed like death traps should there be a
flash flood. A little way past a canyon I recognized as the
one I'd been in, but far above on the trail from Rubio which ended in a rock slide here,
the trail suddenly took a twisting and turning path downward with no
apparent trail on the other side. I decided not to take it further.
There wouldn't be much left anyway.
I turned back and climbed up
the ladder set into the flood control dams to see up that canyon, the
biggest along the way. Not many people went that way. There was an
overgrown path up there. I decided not to bother with the next, taller
ladder up the next dam and instead turned and headed back.
A little past the
highest point along the route there was this cross along the trail and
two shorter, stout crosses below it on the steep hillside. I don't know the history that has inspired these reminders, but the top one was draped in an
American flag and a few firefighter caps that may hint at their reason
for being. I sketched them from the edge of the trail on the other side
of the canyon. I could only see the top one from by the top one.