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.
From
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.
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