It’s as if the gods themselves descended from their various perches on high and bestowed upon mankind this most ambrosial of delicacies:
This stuff is nothing short of awesome. You may disagree, but you’d be wrong.
I finally managed to remember to bring my camera during my latest run up Mt. Woodson this past weekend. It was perfect weather for an assault on the hill, and my time of 85 minutes was acceptable, though I could have hit the middle section of the uphill a bit harder.
Hey, they finally got around to filling up the potholes that litter the paved section of this trail. I was wondering how the guys who staff the relay towers at the peak were able to navigate around and through this mess.
The sign at the base of the peak after leaving the paved section and moving on to the dirt.
Excellent! This old Fry Koegel trail is now marked with a brand spankin’ new sign. Upkeep on this trail has picked up a bit with a new stair section, several dips have been filled with scree, and one of the hairier slippery bits has been mellowed out. My ankles thank the people who continue to clean up this trail.
Looking up the mountain at the base of trail I spotted a nifty sign that points out all of the converging trails. There’s no way you’re going to get lost now.
So…what are you waiting for? Get out on the trail and get dirty! 
NOTE: Link to my original Mt. Woodson post (with map to trail head) can be found here.
On my day off Karin and I decided to go to Disneyland. Man, was I excited. We had a nice breakfast at the Carnation Cafe, took in our usual favorites rides, relaxed in the central park area with our traditional frozen deserts, and wandered through the shops.
Can you spot me on the Space Mountain ride?:
Thumbs up, buddy!
