When we saw a few small shelters and signs, we knew we had reached the end of the trail. This was the observation point for the Ice Field. The view from this area was… other-worldly. The way the pure ice and snow stretched out before us. Three hundred square miles of ice. That’s about a quarter of the size of Rhode Island, and we stood there in awe of this. Formations like this once covered much of North America.
I spend so many daylight hours of my winter months, no not chilling by the fireplace with a latte and a good book, but out on the snowy trails of the San Gorgonio Wilderness. I’m either hiking with crampons strapped to my hiking boots or bundled up in all the layers and walking on my snowshoes through four feet of deep snow if it’s a day between January and March. The San Gorgonio Wilderness is not well traveled by most local hikers in the winter time but the peaks are just so stunningly gorgeous during the winter! Let me tell you a thing or two about winter hiking San G!