Sun, Apr 17, 2022
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I had spent the night camped at the west end of Rancho San Diego in a quiet spot away from town and the highway. I had tried several other spots (finding them a bit too open to discovery) before settling on this one. It is signed for No Trespassing, but its in an industrial area and there wasn't much around the small dirt clearing I camped at.
After the first mile on the north side of the ridge, the road reaches a saddle on the ridge proper where it forks. One can go over the saddle and then southeast to reach the high valley between two ridges, or go over an intermediate bump along the ridge before descending to the same valley. I followed the route done by others from their GPX tracks, but the other option might be easier. The route climbs east through the small valley, through oak woodlands and grassy meadows before forking. The obvious well-trodden fork goes northeast to an old stone house in half a mile. I did this unintentionally because I missed the turnoff. The small rock and mortar house uses a large, upright granite slab for one of the four sides. There's not much left of the house, save for the four walls, an outside firepit on the south side, and a rusty bed spring dumped unceremoniously outside. I made an attempt to go directly to the summit from the stone house, but after discovering a good deal of poison oak lurking among the dense brush, I decided this wasn't a wise course of action, no matter how adventurous it might be. After backtracking, I found the continuing trail to the highpoint that I'd missed earlier - helped to have the track to figure out where I was because there are very few visual clues to one's whereabouts among the heavy chaparral. The trail skirts just below the summit on the south side, but luckily the cross-country travel here is not difficult. I found a register left by Terry Flood in 2013. Since then, he made at least four other ascents, and I sensed I was in his home territory. Summit views take in a lot of reservation lands, semi-suburban and rural neighborhoods, and lots of small, rocky peaks covered in typical Southland chapparal. I returned via the same route, finishing up in the warm afternoon sun before 3p. Time to get back to Rancho Bernardo before the ladies miss me...
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