Guatay Mountain - Peak 48 - Breakfast with the Chief
Guatay Mountain
Elevation: 4,885′
Mileage: 5.2
Trailhead: Pine Creek Trailhead (Adventure Pass required)
Agency: Cleveland National Forest
Date Hiked: 10/17/2010
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10/17/2010
Local lore has it that there is a Kumeyaay chief buried on Guatay Mountain who has visited town residents over the years. The chief is also cited as the reason that the mountain hasn't burned in recorded history.
Not deterred by the possible existence of ghosts on the mountain, the PD and I left early, driving through foggy mist. San Diego had been drizzled on for over 24 hours and I was worried the trail to the top of Guatay would be soggy and slippery. I was pleasantly surprised when the fog lifted within the space of a few seconds just outside of Pine Valley.
We made it to the trailhead in great time, but it was a little chilly at 43 F. After a false start when I realized that I had forgotten to put my Adventure Pass on my windshield, we geared up and started hiking our way up the trail, and, as we rounded a corner, we felt the sun shining on us. Within 5 minutes, we were stripping down to our base layers as the day and ourselves warmed up.
As we climbed and climbed, I was reminded of several trails from my previous peaks. Black Mountain and Viejas Mountain came to mind, with their orange soil and rocky inclines. After a steep ascent, we made it to the ridge line. From there, we could see the drizzling marine layer, blanketing most of San Diego to the west. A few peaks were peeking up through the white clouds, namely Corte Madera and Los Pinos Mountain.
We also has a glimpse of the rare Tecate Cypress that grow on the northern flanks of the mountain. I didn't feel like bushwhacking this morning, which is why I chose Guatay Mountain in the first place, so we didn't visit the trees up close.
The ridge undulated ahead of us, each high point a promise of the peak. After several steep inclines, we made it to the top. There was a circle of stones of unknown origin, a waterproof summit register, and off to one side, a reference benchmark. We sat down, enjoyed the sun on our backs, and breathed in the fresh morning air.
The rest of the San Diego to the west was experiencing a grey, drizzling morning, and here we were, dry and sunny at the top of a mountain. Kept company by the occasional barking dog, crowing rooster, and the constant hiss from the Interstate 8 Freeway, we ate our snacks, sitting on the summit stones, and began the knee and toe-busting trek downward.
One the way down, we spotted a small horned lizard running for cover. Another lizard of a different color.
It never gets old. Every peak has its own personality. Sure, some may have similar views and similar trails, but every mountain I've been on has presented a new challenge and a new reward.
I don't intend on stopping any time soon.