Dry Lakes Ridge
Los Padres National Forest
Locate the trailhead.
The route up Dry Lakes Ridge cannot properly be called a trail. It is a well trod use trail up a wide fuel break. As such, it is actually a network of intertwined routes that meander across a wide swath along the ridge edge. Occasional false routes spread out from it to viewpoints or for explore a ridge branch or forming dwindling downhill routes or all of the above. It can be a bit of a mess, but while it is easy to get a little wrong, it is hard to get it a lot wrong. A turnout on the left and a second on the right bookend the start of the trail with ample parking. There is no sign, but it is just a bit over a mile from the turn to Rose Valley when headed north. I can see the trail to my left as I pass the intersection, just past a nearby hill, so know where to aim. It is empty when I get there. Crossing into a gully and starting up the steep hill, there are numerous footsteps and a few of them very sharp and fresh.
After a brief pause, the trail gets steeper, which doesn't seem possible. It's quite a trudge of careful climbing and a little warmer than I'd wanted. After about 700 feet, the slope mellows out to something very reasonable and the views are outstanding, or at least starting to be.
As the climb gets easier, the options increase, but following the footsteps is easy. Eventually, I'm at the top and the whole point of this climb becomes visible. The ridge top basins with their distinct plants stretch out below.
The trail down is steep, but not quite to the point of feeling dangerous and not for very long. Following the obvious trail after the drop gets me into a rather solid bit of brush, but backtracking quickly shows another trail that drops some more to get into the distinct vegetation of the false lake. Once among the sage, the trail is often indistinct but forward progress if possible even without a trail. The most used route loops around to the north and across, then up to the south and past some pines. The prickly ponderosa cones look positively delicate after bumping into many Coulter pine cones, although small for the species, along the Manzana. Metal litter along the way looks to represent many decades of area use. I'd seen one person say they were struck by how quiet it is in the bowls, but I find them to be a bit noisy. They seem to focus the noise of the airplanes and it doesn't help when two fighters fly by rumbling in their effort to stay subsonic.
Past the trees, it is a straight shot to the taller chaparral around the sage lake. With very little climbing, this comes into view of a grass lake far below. Behind it, there is a little grass pond. The fuel break is largely clear as the route drops directly to the second false lake.
An ice can stove occupies the middle of the meadow, but the trail is disinterested with that. It crosses directly toward the clump of trees and then around to the north. The tall growth here needs some trimming and there are places where I just have to push through. It is still much easier than if there were no trail at all. This quickly lets out onto the grass pond.
From the pond, the route opens up again and climbs along the ridge. I notice that while there are a few old footprints, I've lost all the fresh ones as I climb. After one hump, it's a steady climb up to the larger ridge above.
At the top, the trail splits. Use trail continues up to the north, although I do not know how far. It looks easy enough to follow. The fuel break supported use trail follows the ridge southwest over a few humps before suddenly looking like an abandoned road instead by hugging around the south side of a particularly pointy peak.
Coming around the mountain, it is already getting a bit late and from there, the trail drops a bit. In a spot of laziness and an attempt to get back before it gets too dark, I decide to turn around. I loaded up the GPS with 37 geocache locations, most of which hadn't been touched in 2.5 years, and looking for those took a bit too long. Somehow it's not the dozen caches I didn't get to look for, but the bit of trail as the scenery starts to change that I rather miss. It's fun to see what people have dropped into them, but they really aren't that special overall.
I hit the last steep section down as the sky darkens. The darkness doesn't make if feel any safer. A side trail toward the bottom turns out to contain a bench and some kind of memorial, but it is too late to watch the color show in the west from it. I find that I am already plotting a return to the area. Maybe an expedition to rediscover the real Ortega benchmark.
*photo album*
©2014 Valerie Norton
Posted 31 January 2014
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Comments
There were a few cuts on the bushes that looked only a couple months old. Maybe time to visit again? Or, since so much of the forest is dry, might as well do that overnight?
Meanwhile, he also offers a trail for the junction past the lakes: Tule Creek (route 83). I've looked for the other side of this trail and could find it while driving. Unfortunately, neither seem to feature on a USGS quad.