It was a cold, rainy, foggy morning. I wasn’t even sure I was in LA.
It was quite early in the morning and therefore I was still delusional enough to make the 4-5 hour trek up to Mt. Lukens and back. By myself. Mt Lukens is, by the way, the highest point in Los Angeles (5,075 ft. elevation) and is no small feat. I was itching for an adventure…and a way to help burn off my holiday excessiveness.
I packed up my bomb Osprey pack with lots of extra layers, gloves, paper towels, chapstick, gum and other goodies. I cannot recommend this backpack enough. TONS of pockets everywhere, even on the hip belt for easy access to things such as tissues (cuz my nose is a dripper when hiking), a 3L water sack, and a well-ventilated back.
Once I hit the trail, Rim of the Valley out of Deukmejian Wilderness Park, it was a wet dense fog the whole way. I must say it made for some truly transporting, magical hiking. It is what I imagine the Pacific Northwest looking like.
I’ve always wanted to decorate a Christmas tree on a trail like this!
It was nice to see everything come alive in the rush of rain. Lord knows we’ve needed it. But I could see how in a really rainy year, this could get tough in places, water flowing steadily and no clear trail near the water. That’s ok, I’ve gotten good at improvising.
Here is where an old bridge melted when the station fire from 2009 came whooshing down the canyon. The fog was so thick, you could do nothing but focus on the few steps immediately ahead of you. There was no way to anticipate the future of the course nor dwell upon its passing. As profound a life lesson as any.
The hike to the top took much longer than I thought, but then again I was so enamored with my surroundings, I couldn’t help but stop. I swear it wasn’t to catch my breath…at all.
There were times I was so surrounded by clouds that I could have sworn I was 15,000 ft. vs 5,000 ft. high.
When I finally reached the top, I realized it was snowing. In LA?! It was bitingly cold from the wind and I was too wet from sweating to stay long.
There was no view whatsoever because of the clouds. I was at the highest view point in all of Los Angeles and could see nothing. Most people would have been pissed to work that hard for so little. But you know what? It was just fine by me seeing as the journey to the top was so magnificent.
I always think, whoever said “it’s not the destination, but the journey” has never hiked to the top of a glorious mountain. In this case, however it couldn’t have been more true and a metaphor for which my life is ripe.
I turned around quickly, downing some warm tomato soup from my thermos while hoping to thaw out my frozen fingers. I got my one and only glimpse of blue sky for the day.
I made my way down in half the time it took me to get up, mostly because I had somewhere to be. I did my best not to let my haste allow for bad footing or for taking anything for granted. My Leki hiking poles most certainly were a welcome addition both going up and coming down.
I’ll leave you with my favorite picture from the hike. I truly felt like I was in a foreign land, whisked away to the mountains of Africa or South America. I am so proud of my hard work on this hike and for taking the risk – not letting rain and fog and inclement weather deter me from my desires. Another wonder-filled adventure.
Total Miles: 10
Elevation Gain: 2900 ft.
Difficulty (1-10): 7.5
Time: 4.5 hours out and back