The weather has cooled sufficiently to hike desert peaks again, and Newman has been in the back of my mind for a few weeks.
So in honor of the anniversary of BobP's birth we decided to ascend Newman. Unfortunately the birthday boy came up with some lame excuse about a hangover or something and didn't join us.
Still a few places of prickly overgrowth. The palo verdes are the worst at completely overtaking the old route, but there are a few thickets of catsclaw too. Wouldn't take too much effort for anybody who brings out clippers or loppers to clear the trouble spots.
It was windy on top and I struggled to stay warm. Forgot how far it is across the ridge line, but South Newman has the best views. We spent more time in the Jeep after the hike than we had spent on the mountain. But we managed to hit 3 or 4 highlights of the day to overcome what was otherwise a lame and boring day. And of course JJ found us some official Mexican food to assure we didn't end the day with a calorie defecit.