|Nearing Summit of Red Baldy and White Pine Baldy Peering Behind w/ a bad phone camera|
I still had some time so I made haste and ran down the ridge with the east spiny ridge of White Baldy beckoning me with an irresistible force. As I reached the saddle I was so impressed by the beauty, the cloudless sky, no wind, wild flowers, shiny white granite and the solitude of running on technical terrain that I had to keep going. I scrambled along the east ridge, loving every airy step up and over detatched granite blocks until I reach the summit with 2 hours lapsed.
|Red Pine Basin from Summit White Baldy w/ a bad phone camera|
|Upper Red Pine Lake w/ a bad phone camera|