The Timucuan Ecological and Historical Preserve is the crowning jewel of old Florida. Located in the backyard of Jacksonville, Florida it is famous for its unique mission of protecting not only the salt marshes and unique ecology of coastal Florida but also preserving the local historical and cultural sites.
Are you ready to climb a mountain? How about the tallest 10,000-foot mountain overlooking Los Angeles? Just a forty-five-minute drive from that concrete jungle, the city of angels, you can find many different trails ascending to the top of Mt Baldy, the local's name for Mt San Antonio. So lace up your favorite Keen hiking boots, fill up your Nalgene with H20 and ask yourself "Which is the best route to summit Mt Baldy?"
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.
Seminole Canyon is a Texas State Park in the west with the main attraction being the preserved Native American pictographs. Along with this, the park boasts beautiful trails that either follow the canyon rim out towards the Rio Grande River or leads you through...
The Culver City Stairs offers an intense climb up 282 uneven stair steps leading to the Baldwin Hills Overlook with amazing views of LA and some quirky sculptures along the way.
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 initial part of the hike involved tramping through a meadow, then climbing up through a mossy forest. Although we did this hike in late March, conditions were still pretty wintry, with snow lying in uneven patches on the ground. Small, interlocking streams wove like ribbons down the mountainside.
As river crossings go it was fairly safe, but the cold made it rough. Just to our south, we could see the glacier that fed the lake at the head of the river. This water had been ice not too long before. That crossing was at mile twelve of the day. Thirteen more to go and we would be done.