The hike that almost didn't happen. First my trusted friend overslept (ugh) then I chose a wrong exit off the fwy, so after a few wrenches  on the way we arrived at the trailhead at 645 and peaked 5 hours later. I didn't see rock one of Washington's monument,  plaque,  I was just thrilled to see the peak. It was with glee that I noted that even the fittest peeps were huffing and puffing near the summit. 16 miles in scorching temps is not for the faint of heart loves. The return trip seemed neverending,  just another half mile or so I kept saying to Irma's irritation and my delight. Before we reached my ride she vowed not to do San Gorgonio this year. And I vowed not to mention the six pack of peaks for 7-9 business days.  She has since reconsidered (they always do????) and claims she will hit up San G too. But I'm not worried this world is a big place and I won't be lonely, already have other hiking buds who are on board. So year three of the six pack for me good times. This was peak 9