The first thing I learned at Black Elk Peak was to never wear the wrong socks to a mountain hike. Its worse than bringing a knife to a gunfight. It's like bringing a toy sword to a gunfight. Inappropriate and painful.
Thanksgiving weekend 2017; As outdoor adventurer's who usually stick to pine alpine forests, we had never ventured near the sand dunes of Glamis California in the Imperial Valley in southern California. As more mountain camper/ hikers then sand people we were unprepared for a weekend of dune buggies and sand rails. Let me tell you how, as a Glamis newbie, I discovered how to be prepared for a busy holiday weekend at the Glamis Sand Dunes!
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There are far too many food options for the field for me to mention all of them here, but needless to say, I’m a big fan of oat meal and quinoa. For lunch, I’ll typically just snack along the trail instead of actually stopping. Granola, almonds, peanuts, cashews, even chocolate.
The map of the area is wrong. The trail on the map continues due west from the pass, then descends a steep embankment down to Boulder Creek. In reality, the trail turns south and follows a sharp ridgeline gradually to the water. This way down to the creek was stunning. When I reached that ridge, I stopped and stood there in total awe of the valley unfolding before me.
A transition from lush greenery to dry and desert-like terrain, Ernest E. Debs Park offers an intimate perspective into the rolling hills and busy lifestyle of Los Angeles.
Ever since my first trip to the mountains as a kid I've dreamed of hiking to the top and experiencing the mountains by foot. It wasn't until July of 2018 that the opportunity came about when we decided to make a one week stop...
Join us on an epic adventure as we explore the graffiti plastered ruins of the 1929 San Pedro landslide known as the "Sunken City".
The rain was falling lightly, enough to ensure that I had the entire trail to myself. About half a mile in, the trail seemed to fall away at a bluff. I stood there in silence, looking out over a medium-sized lake framed by mountains, with a few tiny cabins in the distance. Join me on my journey as I Hike Horseshoe Lake of Denali National Park get lost in its quiet beauty.