Distance: ~11 mi
Gain: ~4,200 😳 ft
Difficulty: HARD
Dur: 5.5–6 hrs
Reaching the beginning of Devil’s Backbone felt like stepping into a test I hadn’t fully prepared for. The ridge narrowed until it became a thin line between two vast drop-offs, the wind pushing with a confidence I envied. Every foot placement mattered. I moved slowly, aware of both the exposure and the strange calm that came with it. The mountain wasn’t asking for perfection...just presence. The challenge turned inward quickly: a mix of fear, determination, and something like acceptance. Harder than expected, yes, but also strangely clarifying.
Once the ridge eased and widened again, the trail wrapped around the slopes of Mt. Harwood, giving me room to breathe both air and thought. The terrain shifted into pale sand and scattered rock, softened by long stretches of sky. Looking back toward the Backbone, it was hard to believe how thin the margin had been, how close the edges were, and how steady I had somehow stayed. Harwood felt like a reset, a place where the mountain allowed reflection without demanding anything in return.
As the final climb toward Mt. Baldy began, the route steepened into a blunt lesson in patience. The summit looked deceptively close, rising in a simple dome that hid its effort behind clean lines. Step by step, the world shrank to breath, gravel, and the rhythm of pushing upward. When I finally reached the top of Mt. San Antonio, the wind was gentler than expected, almost congratulatory. The horizon opened in every direction—desert, city, ridges fading into blue—and I felt quietly rewired by the climb, steadier than when I’d started.
The descent retraced the curves of Harwood and the long approach back toward the Notch, my legs tired in the honest way earned effort creates. As the ski lifts came back into view, I felt the day’s challenges settle into something like gratitude—an understanding that growth often comes from the narrow places, the exposed ridges, the moments you move forward even while afraid. Mt. Baldy hadn’t given me answers, but it had given me proof: that clarity lives on the other side of difficulty, and that sometimes the hardest route is the one that shows you who you are becoming.
- The loop included the Baldy Bowl Trail, Ski lifts, Devils Backbone, Sierra Club Hut, and Mount Harwood— ~11 miles, ~4,200 ft gain.
- During prohibition, baldy used to be a buzzing grounds for hidden away speakeasies, casinos, and even dance pavilions.
- Bring Extra layers & water! It is better to be over-prepared.
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