Getting Out of LA: Devil’s Punchbowl
When it comes to weekday routines and adventures around the city, I’m a staunch westside homebody. I scoff when someone mentions a drive to Downtown and snarl at the thought of a Friday night in Hollywood. Yet when the weekend comes and traffic subsides ever so slightly, my perspective does a 180 and my bones ache to get the hell out of my comfort zone. As I continue to hike my ass off in preparation for New Zealand, on Saturday I found myself rolling down Pearblossom Highway on the road to Devil’s Punchbowl Park.
With good company and a pleasant soundtrack, the 90-minute drive zipped by and we landed in the surreal suburbia of Palmdale. Further up a windy road we passed a sea of Joshua Trees, finally driving closer to the snowy base of Angeles National Forest.
The parking lot was nearly full but the whole place was a beautiful kind of quiet empty. We started with a 1 mile loop track to the bottom of the Devil’s Punchbowl, a small eruption of geological awesome, with jagged sandstone formations uniquely pancaked after a millennia of converging fault lines.
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