This trail ended up being more than 13 miles for us. The whole way up, we thought we were kicking butt. We didn't take the ski lift to the notch, and the peak looked close-- till we realized that the peak we were approaching was not the one we were going to climb. Baldy loomed up ahead, dry and barren with hikers trudging up the winding ridge called the "Devil's Backbone". Although it was easier than it appeared, I was wasted when we reached the top, ad refused to put down my sandwich. A regular tailgate party was pumpin up there, as about 25 people were on the summit with us. After an hour or two of socializing, we decided to head home taking a route that led through a bowl and down to the road on which we started. I wish i had looked at the map cuz the navigator led us down the steepest trail I've been on in a loooooong time. We ran almost the whole way down--couldn't help it! And it was about 6.5 miles instead of the mellow 4.2 we were supposed to take. No worries, all an adventure. Too bad we ended up back in town instead of at the trail head. We had to hitchike back to our truck, where we promptly sat down and opened a bottle of wine. Just so you know, the mosquitos were starting to feed, and that made things a little uncomfortable. Now i dig a challenge, and I like pushing myself, but my legs hurt for 3 days after that wrong turn. Take the trail to the left, my friends. Less blisters, less bandaids (though the canyon at the end is beautiful, you will be too tired to really enjoy it).