On July 8, I drove to the Mt. Jupiter trailhead, hoping to hike to the top. The wind was whipping across the road and fog and clouds were streaming past. I started up the trail for a few yards and nearly got soaked with water from the brush. "Forget it," I said, and turned around to go home.
The trailhead is not clearly marked, and I drove up the wrong road going to a radio tower. It was so rough and steep that I knocked a hole in my car's exhaust pipe. Not the best morning.
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