After mailing out my first set of postcards, which felt surprisingly good to do, I returned to the trail with Kelsey re-energized and ready to get back at it. We hiked the seven or so miles towards Mt. Baden-Powell, which stands at 9,406 feet and overlooks a good chunk of the San Gabriel’s including my hometown ski hill, Mt. Baldy. Baden-Powell proved to be challenging on a hot summers day, but the view was well worth the climb. Descending away from Baden Powell you cruise along the crest of the Angeles National Forest, overlooking the smog filled L.A. Basin, barely being able to make out the skyscrapers down below. Just before you reach Little Jimmy’s Campground you can take a small side trail down to a piped spring, which provides you with BY FAR the best water that Southern California has to offer. We drank a few liters here, and filled up a few more for the night. We arrived at Little Jimmy’s campground to a sea of Boy Scout’s, probably about two hundred in all, but thankful for the day’s end. We ended up camping alongside a road just on the perimeter of the site, a flat spot that would have to suffice.