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Fonts Point later climbed Thu, Feb 21, 2019 |
It was 9a by the time I had driven to the park entrance. Parking is
found along
Farmer Rd, just outside. Mine was the only car when I
started, but there would be about a handful of others here by the time I was
done. An artistic entrance made of
wood and iron with Indian motiffs
greets visitors at the end of a short
gravel road. Beyond this the route becomes less ornate, following one of the
ranch roads that serve for trails in the park. There is a singletrack trail
of more recent construction that one comes across on the way up, the
Five Oaks Trail,
starting about half a mile up from the park entrance. I followed this
very fine trail through oak understory and chaparral-lined hillsides. There
are nice views of the
Julian countryside
along with interpretive signs and
a bench found enroute. Those portions
of hillside not covered in chaparral were sheathed in grasses, a
lovely green this time of year. Overcast skies kept
temperatures chilly most of the morning, but quite nice for hiking. The Five
Oaks Trail rejoins the main road after about a mile at
a junction and
soon thereafter the
mid-summit gate is encountered.
It was here that I noticed the
sign indicating the top is only open on weekends and major holidays. Perhaps
someone is afraid the masses will run helter skelter over the mountain, getting
lost or perhaps threatening the communication towers near Volcan Point. I took
my chances and went over the fence (just as a note - there is a bypass to the
right around the fence, but that has encroaching poison oak).
From the mid-summit gate, it's less than a mile to Volcan Point,
turning right
at a major junction found north of the summit (signs indicate all other routes
are closed). On the way to Volcan Point one passes by a sturdy rock chimney,
the remnants of an
observatory cabin
that once stood here. At one time Volcan
Point was on the short list to receive the Hale Telescope which eventually
landed on Palomar Mtn. The cabin was manned for several years to observe
viewing conditions throughout the year before being abandoned. All that remains
of the wood structure is the chimney.
The highpoint of Volcan Point
is found in a rock outcrop amidst a cluster of oak trees fraught with poison
oak. I couldn't located the benchmark, but did find one of the
reference marks.
Immediately north of the highpoint is an old,
fenced-off tower that
once
served as a light beacon for navigational purposes by the overnight airmail
planes.
The highpoint itself hasn't much in the way of views, but by walking around
the grassy slopes on either side one can get wonderful views looking across
the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park to
the east and
south,
and
west across the
county as far as the Pacific Ocean. It's really a great viewspot and deserves
a place on the SDC list. Yet for all the fine views, Volcan Point is not the
highpoint of the Volcan Mountains. That honor goes to Pechacho BM, about 5 air
miles to the northwest. I had researched it enough to know that roads
could get me most of the way there, but the route goes through a number of
different properties not open to the public. There are alternate routes up
from the east and west sides, but these have their own trespassing issues. The
shortest route up from the west goes entirely through the Santa Isabel Indian
Reservation. I had explored that route some years ago, but found outsiders
were unwelcome and I never ventured out of the car that day.
It would take about an hour and forty minutes to cover the distance between
the two summits, roughly following the spine of the Volcan Mtns. There are two
unnamed summits along the way, only one of which I recognized as such and went
to the top. This was the antennae-topped Peak 5,380ft found only 3/4mi from
Volcan Point. Its highpoint was a large, lichen-covered
piece of granite tucked
under an oak tree, sans views. Nothing of much interest there. I stayed on the
various roads for most of the route, following through property owned by the
Volcan Mountain Foundation and others.
A sign tacked to a tree warned
of
mountain lion sightings in the area. All I could do was laugh. A truck came
rambling up one of the main roads coming from the west carrying a couple of
indians. I waved, they waved back, no trouble there.
There are a few
homesteads adorning the hillsides
in the middle of the route, likely where the pair were heading. These aren't
found directily on the route, but they are clearly visible and of some concern.
My route came up against
the edge of the Indian Reservation without
quite crossing into it, as I reached a
microwave tower at
the end of the paved road. This minor summit was an odd one, the eastern half
occupied by what looked like several dozen trailers. I couldn't tell if they
were inhabited or just in storage, but didn't wait around to find out.
I ducked down a little-used side road to the left (north), now overgrown but
marked with an odd
sign
about a reforestation effort involving half a dozen
organization both private and public.
The sign looked fairly new, but placed in a location where no one, or certainly
very, very few people would ever see. The last ten minutes to the summit were
an
easy cross-country
affair, crossing into the reservation over a barbed-wire
fence at the last minute.
A wooden cross stood near the highpoint and I noted a fair amount of
ice chips covering
the ground
in places. It had been exceedingly cold the night before
with fog and wind, freezing rain adhering to the pine needles of those trees
growing along the crest. This ice had been blown off the needles during the
morning, collecting like frosting on the ground below in the shadier places.
I was unable to locate the Pechacho benchmark, most likely hiding under the
thick forest duff or a clump of brush. Views were scant due to trees. With some
effort in walking around them, I managed a view to
the west and
another to
the northeast, but in general the summit was disappointing.
On the way back out, just a few minutes before I was back on the county park
property, an official vehicle
carrying three park rangers came driving up the
road. They didn't just drive on by as the others had, but stopped to talk with
me. My response was an honest one when asked what I was doing. The female ranger
who did the talking (while the other two just smiled) wasn't very happy with
my excursion onto forbidden lands. She let me know that portions of where I
was hiking were open during periodic, guided tours, should I care to check the
information kiosk at the TH. I thanked her for the info and followed her
instructions to head back to the park from whence I'd come. This wasn't the last
I'd see of them. 45min later, when I was back near Volcan Point I spotted a
party of six
making there way past the observatory cabin site and heading to
the highpoint. As I was chuckling to myself thinking, "How dare they violate
the mid-summit gate closure!", the same truck came driving up behind me. I
waved again, but this time they simply drove past without acknowledgement. They
stopped at the observatory site to
unload some supplies
(perhaps to reinforce the wooden fence around it), then drove on to confront
the party heading to Volcan
Point. Rather than stick around to see how that played out, I continued down
the road to get back onto the legal side of the mid-summit gate as quickly as
possible. It was 2:20p by the time I got back to the van, happy to be back
without a citation or worse.
Continued...
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