Chapters

Mt Wilson

I know I'm not the only person with wanderlust when I sit at my cubicle and stare at three monitors for 5 days in a row. By Wednesdays I am already thinking about sailing or driving as far away as manageable and going for hikes, breathing fresh air, and feeling self-sufficient again. Added to that feeling is the sad fact that my company laid off about 200 people throughout the week. With a couple potential plans up in the air, I couldn't just disappear this weekend, but Mia told me about how her cousin and friends were going on a hike Sunday afternoon before settling in to watch the Oscars. We had to do it. We met at their house in Sierra Madre which is walking distance to the Mt Wilson trailhead. Just a few switchbacks up the trail and you could hear water rushing past rocks down the stream down below, there was bright green growing everywhere it could and good conversation catching up with friends.

Views from the Mt Wilson trail, Mia looking out at our friend Connor who climbed up a mast on Sunday. 

Views from the Mt Wilson trail, Mia looking out at our friend Connor who climbed up a mast on Sunday. 

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Philip Skinner