inglorious wanderer

The area is the southernmost part of Cleveland Forest I have ever been to. Once again, my cell phone welcomed me to Mexico! Hema is hosting the hike to commemorate the year of the horse. Having always been an ass, it could be my year, too! I lie down beside Marushka, my buddy from Tuva Republic, to have my picture taken. Being laid on a boulder felt wonderful! Marushka took the photo. Standing on the upper boulder is Hema, the meetup hike host. Sitting right of Hema are Goeff and Kay, who friend who fled Iran when she was fourteen.  Goeff and Kay pose for a photo atop a canyon above a creek basin where  stolen horse were brought to be hidden. I could imagine a waterfall in spring after a bountiful rainfall.  Oh yes, it's still Spring! 

I shamelessly made it to San Jacinto Peak. Nobody cheered for me when I got to the top. Everybody was savouring the special lunch that each brought all the way from San Diego driving more than 150 miles and gaining more than 10,000 feet elevation by tram and on foot.  I thought if Watson could do it, maybe I could as well. Watson actually did far better. If a Japanese snail had a feeling, I would feel like one. While on the trail alone with my thoughts, I thought of a trail name.  I take a shot at the glorious Holy Shih Tzu by the wilted pussy willows. Wilted Pussy for a trail name? How can any idiot pick such a disgusting trail name? Gross! I assured Kay and Goeff I was okay and I would just catch up. I didn't want to break my bones from a snow mediated somersault stunt. The shoe crampons I got from Tim Alls helped a lot even if it gave my new Timberlands more  battle scars.  I caught up with the group on a junction. Or maybe the group was impatiently waiting for me...