Idyllic and Wild: A Late Fall Hike in the Back of Mount San Jacinto

Tahquitz Peak

Date: November 21, 2023
Place: Idyllwild Park, Idyllwild, California
Coordinates: 33.743780, -116.722868
Length: 2.8 miles
Level: moderate

 

 

Last Thanksgiving break gave us a chance to go on another family road trip like we used to do a lot when the chikas were little. Pappa Quail and I discussed a few directions and since I really didn't want to fly and Pappa Qusail didn't want to drive very far (relatively), we chose to go to the desert of Southern California. Pappa Quail wanted to see the Salton Sea again, and also Anza Borrego State Park, which he has not been to since the winter of 2012. I, on the other hand wanted to see some new places, and since Idyllwild had been on my wanna go there list for some time, I scheduled some time in that area. The first hike we did on this trip was in Idyllwild Park. 

Idyllwild is situated up Mount San Jacinto. The late November night we were there was very cold and the morning was chilly. When we got to the park however, the sun had already broke the chill and the morning was warming up rapidly. I looked at the provided map on the kiosk, selected a loop trail rthat seemed nice, and we set out on our hike. 

Our hike as captured by my GPS

The trail started in an open meadow but soon after it delved into the woods. We crossed a little creek. The crossing place was dry but there was some water still in a small water hole between the rocks. 

Creek crossing

The water hole was in deep shade. Fallen oak leaves floated motionlessly on the surface. Only a few rays of sunshine filtered through the trees and hit the water, shining back from the surface, creating a dazzling light pattern. 

Water Hole

Across the creek we continued along a narrow foot path. On the right side there was the park's campground. On the left, a row of yellowing willows blocked the view of the houses' backyards that reached the park fence. 

Trail

Past the neighborhood we reached a trail junction and turned right, northward, and immediately started ascending, mildly at first. 

Trail

Unusually looking trees always attract my attention, and old oak trees tend to have that gnarly, strange looks. There was one of them venerable old oaks up ahead just off the trail. 

I had to take a close up. This old oak which had already dropped its leaves, looked like a strange forest spirit. 

Manzanita bushes can also develop 'personalities' given the space to grow so. The bush in the photo below had plenty of space around it to grow pretty much in any direction it needed. 

Manzanita, Arctostaphylos sp. 

I didn't expect to see any bloom there this time of year. In fact, everything looked very, in the quiescence of late fall, ready for winter to set in. Still, I found a flower. In inflorescence, more like it. 

Aster

The trail was becoming steeper. We left most of the oaks below and transcended into a pine-dominated loose forest. 

Between the trees were large areas of chaparral, comprised mostly of chamise, mountain mahogany, and manzanita. The trail became narrower too, and we needed to be careful to to get scratched by the trail side vegetation. 

There were other bushes and vine-like plants in the chaparral. Many of them were bearing fruit.

Chaparral Honeysuckle, Lonicera interrupta

The terrain became rockier and the trail steeper and harder to traverse. On the same time, the day, which started chilly, was now warm bordering on hot. We arrived the sweating stage, and had to pause for breathers and hydration. 

On the other hand, being high up meant we were beginning to have some nice views. I'm not sure what is that saddle-looking peak in the photo below but I suspect it is within the San Bernardino mountain range, perhaps San Gorgonio. 

View North

As usual when we hike as a family, I was bringing up the rear. At some point I lost sight of the others and when I climbed up the next set of rocky steps I realized they all had sat down to rest. There was no space there left for me so I ascended a few steps higher to find a good place to sit for a break. 

Trail

The view from my sitting place was gorgeous. I could see in three directions far and wide.  To the south I saw the wide forest that inhabits the heights of the Santa Rosa and San Jacinto National Monument wilderness area.  

View South

Adorning that view point was a lovely beargrass plant. It wasn't blooming but still liked like a proud sentinel, guarding the view. 

Parry's Beargrass, Nolina parryi 

Next to me on the other side were some mountain mahogany bushes, laden with their feathery fruit. These 'feathers' help the seeds float away in the wind and be dispersed away from their mother plant. 

Birch-leaf Mountain Mahogany, Cercocarpus betuloides

Behind the mountain mahogany I had an open view to the east, toward Coachella Valley. We planned to go down there after this hike. Pappa Quail wanted to hike again at the Thousand Palms Preserve, but I wanted to check out new trails in the area. Eventually it was our route that decided - going to Thousand Palms Preserve would have been too long a detour. 

View East

To the north I had still the view of the saddle-peaked mountain that was visible ever since we cleared the lower oak forest area. Up ahead the trail disappeared around a massive boulder. When we got up to continue our hike I went ahead to check where was the trail leading us. 

Going up and around that boulder did take some active hand use. I went up first ahead of my family, but as soon as we cleared the boulder and were on a comfortable trail again I fell behind once more. This time the reason was the manzanita berries - they were fully ripe and very sweet. While everyone else passed me without a pause, I picked handfuls of berries and filled my mouth. 

Soon we had other peaks in view - this time to the northeast, and much closer. First we saw the pyramid shaped Tahquiz Peak. 

Tahquitz Peak

When we cleared the vegetation on the left Mount San Jacinto itself came into view. Last time we were in the area we took the tram from Palm Springs up the mountain. It was on winter break and there was snow up the mountain, and it was very, very cold so we didn't hike that time. Now the mountain was clear of snow and it was a beautiful day, but San Jacinto wasn't on our trip's itinerary. It would be on another trip that I'll go up it again. 

Mount San Jacinto

We reached the highest part of the hike. The trail leveled off and for some short distance we had a nice, easy walk through a  dispersed pine forest. The trees up here were smaller, separated by large boulders. Other hikers that have ascended on the other direction of the loop nodded hello as they passed us on their way down whence we came. 

The trail didn't stay level for long. Soon we started descending down an avenue of berry-laden manzanita. The chikas saw me munch on the berries and tried them out as well, but didn't find them as appetizing as I did. 

Pappa Quail, who hasn't found many reasons to use his camera so far, found a cute lizard to focus his camera on. 

The elder chika had better luck in seeing birds, and for the most, she got better photos of those birds than her father, whose camera was giving him some trouble at the time.

Anna's Hummingbird

The trail downhill was considerably steeper and we quickly descended back into the oak woodland. Once seeing the first bird, Pappa Quail and the elder chika kept seeing more. Soon it was no longer me who was holding up our hike.

Mountain Bluebird

None of the birds we've seen was a new species to us, what birders call 'a lifer'. Still, they were pretty and lovely to see, or in the case of the acorn woodpeckers - hear them as well. 

Acorn Woodpeckers

While my family birders focused on the birds and the younger chika focused on doodling on the sandy trail with a stick, I turned my attention to the majestic oak trees that shaded this art of the trail. Thy looked like live oaks - their foliage was green and thick even this late in November, but their leaves were smooth and not serrated like the leaves of the live oaks in the bay Area, and their acorns were very thick.  

Gold Cup Live Oak, Quercus chrysolepis 

Later I received identification for these oaks at the California Native Plants Society. These were gold cup live oaks. They actually to grow in the Bay Area as well, I simply haven't noticed them before, abomgs all the other species of live oaks that grow there. 

Gold Cup Live Oak, Quercus chrysolepis 

There were other ok trees in this park as well - not live oaks which stay green year round, but deciduous oaks which displayed lovely fall colors at the time we were there. 

Below, between the fallen oak leaves hid a lizard. I managed to get a few photos of the shy reptile before it run away into hiding. 

Lizard

We reached the creek again, upstream of the place where we crossed it at first, early on our hike. Here we could see n water, but I could hear a faint trickle hidden in the rocks. 

After crossing the creek we were ascending again. The chikas expressed their desire for lunch and Pappa Quail mentioned seeing an ice cream parlor in town, not far from the park. Invigorated by the promise of ice cream, both Pappa Quail and the chikas started striding uphill, leaving me at the taiil again, to enjoy yet another plant that was in denial of the season. 

California Buckwheat, Eriogonum fasciculatum 

Eventually I caught up with the rest of the family. We reached a small clearing from which we could glimpse Tahquitz Peak between the trees. 

Across the trail on the other side from the mountain view was a large, funny looking boulder. Any other time I might have tried climbing it. Now I simply took a photo and moved onward. 

Boulder

We reached the final trail junction of our hike and from there it was pretty much fast pace walking on an almost level trail. 

Trail

I was still celebrating the fall colors we got to see on this hike when my family have already reached the parking area and waited for me to come along. 

We did indeed go to the ice cream parlor after this hike. They had certainly earned it. I wanted to stay longer in the area but the days were already very short and we planned to reach Brawley that night, and squeeze another hike in if we could. I would just have to plan another trip to the area if I want to see more of what Mount San Jacinto has to offer. 

Many thanks to members of the California Native Plants Society for their help in identifying plants.

A Short and Worthy Morning Hike to the Artist Paintpots at the Gibbon Geyser Basin

Blood Geyser

Date: July 18, 2020

Place: Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

Coordinates:  44.696920, -110.741112

Length: 1 miles

Level: easy plus

 

When I started writing about my road trip with four youth (my chickas and their friends) in the summer of 2020 I thought I'd write only about the main hikes we did. After all, it has been nearly four years now. I didn't think to include the short ones, but as I looked through the photos I decided to write about them too. This blog serves primarily as my hiking memories album and I don't want to forget about any part of that crazy and wonderful trip we did. 

The morning of July 18, our second day in Yellowstone, we had to break camp and pack up everything. I was unable to reserve a campsite in the park ahead of time, but each morning I made sure I was the first at the camp host station, asking about cancellations. We were lucky in the sense that we did get into a cancelled campsite each of the three nights we were in Yellowstone, but none of them was our camp site, or even within the same campground, so we had to have everything packed up in the car and hauled with us during our day's tour until evening when we could check in the next campsite. All that procedure of breaking camp ate away some time from our morning. By the time we were in Yellowstone however, we have already formed a good camping routine and each of us knew what to do and how to do it. We have become quite efficient about it. 

In the previous post I wrote about our morning hike in the magnificent Norris Geyser Basin. The Norris Geyser hike however, was not the first hike we did that day. The first hike was a short and sweet walk on the Artists' Paintpots trail within the Gibbon Basin, just south of the Norris Basin. 

Our hike as captured by my GPS

 From the parking area we took the wide, flat trail south. In front of us loomed a beautiful, mild-sloped butte covered with a conifer forest.  The Artists' Paintpots area was just below that butte. 

The access trail didn't have geothermal features near it, but there were lovely wildflowers blooming along side the path. 

Fringed Gentian, Gentianopsis detonsa,

The access trail was an easy walk and we quickly reached the loop trail that goes around the Artists' Paintpots geothermal area. All the way on the other side of the geothermal area we could see a small geyser erupting. 

We turned left at the loop trail junction, and walked it clockwise. Soon we crossed the little surface flow that drained the water pf the geothermal features out into the forest where it cooled off. The creek was colorful and full of algae, making the best of the warm, mineral-rich water.

For a few steps we had a full view of the meadow behind the creek. A few dead trees remained standing in the middle of that meadow, indicating a past death event, possibly a fire. 

Meadow

There were more wildflowers blooming between the grasses and rushes in the meadow. I think it was the first time that I've seen a paintbrush plant in Yellowstone on that trip. 

Paintbrush, Castilleja sp. 

We arrived at a good view point of the Blood Geyser and stopped there for a while to take a good look. It was so named because of its deep red color, caused by ferrous oxide deposits. The geyser, which was not very high, erupted continuously, shooting gusts of water spurts into the air. A column of steam extended from the geyser and drifted off int the air. 

Blood Geyser

Off to the side of the Blood Geyser was a bubbling pool of very clear, blue water. It actually looked a very inviting hot spring. I wouldn't have dared to take a dip in it, though. 

The trail ascended on the hillside above the blue hot spring and the Blood Geyser. With the added height we had a nice view of the colorful basin downstream of the geyser. 

The grassy area on the hillside also held some surprising sights, such as the Spiranthes orchids. Later we would see some of them even closer and prettier on the Norris Geyser Basin hike, which I've already posted about. 

Irish Lady's Tresses, Spiranthes romanzoffiana

From up the hill we could also see where the creek widened and the water pooled into a lovely forest pond. We were on the lookout for wildlife as well, but so far we haven't seen much besides insects. 

From the highest point of the trail we had the best overall view of the Artists' Paintpots area. Indeed it looked like a paint palette tht was spilled over a flat, green canvas. The color mixture was fantastic.

Artists' Paintpots Basin

Frm above it was also possible to see all the spring holes where the geothermal water was seeping up, either peacefully or in violent geyser bursts, above ground. Every drop of the geothermal water carries molecules of minerals which are, in this place, of the colorful kind, such as iron oxide. 

Artists' Paintpots

The rest of the color spectrum was taken care of by thermophilic microorganisms. This really is a very unique and beautiful place and I\m glad I didn't skip writing about it. On my lates visit in Yellowstone with my sister we didn't get to see the Artists' Paintpots and it was great looking through the pictures and bringing up my memories of this place from my July 2020 trip there with the youth. 

We continued along the trail which circled the colorful geothermal basin. Wildflowers decorated the path between the geothermal features. Little floral sunshines  blooming at the big sun in the sky.

Groundsel

The trail curved around the basin, following the contour of the hillside, descending slowly too. We were nearing the area after which this place was named: Artists' Paintpots. 

One of the geothermal features we've seen on that side of the basin was a pasty cement-like mud pool. It looked weird enough To hold my attention for some time. 

Mud Pool

The pasty mud was bubbling too, although in a more slow motion -like spurts. I took a series of photos of this mesmerizing motion and managed to catch a mud sprite as it popped from the more liquid part of the pool. 

Bubbling Mud

Eventually we made it all the way back down to the level of the basin itself. Once again we had that lovely forested butte in view. 

Once again near the creek I spotted wildlife - a pretty dragonfly sitting on a small bare twig above the water. The dragonfly wasn't very close and my camera lens wasn't strong enough so I called my chika to take a photo of the pretty insect with her birding camera. It wasn't a bird but it did have wings. 

Dragonfly

Near closing the loop were geothermal water holes That looked exactly as one would think a paintpot looks like. Actually, they looked more like a cup of used paintbrush cleaning water. 

As a natural feature, it was indeed beautiful and unique. I liked the texture and ferrous oxide mineral deposits on the pools' sides. 

When we completed the Artists' Paintpots loop trail I turned around and gazed once more at the Blood Geyser, which was still shooting water all over on the other side of the basin. 

It was a lovely little hike and I am glad to have remembered it again. After completing this hike we drove the short distance north to the Norris Geyser Basin where we hiked a larger loop trail through a very, very different geothermal are. Very close geographically, yet a completely different experience. 

The trail out of the Artists' Paintpots area.