I’ve really been wanting to get back to the Santa Ana Mountains for some mountain trail running, specifically up Holy Jim Trail. I was fortunate to have a taker for the run, Jeremy.
We arrived to the base of the mountains, Trabuco Creek flowing loudly beneath cloudy skies. I kept the two layers of long sleeves on (plus a short sleeve that I thought for sure I’d be running in soon) and we headed up Holy Jim. I rarely run in long sleeves than say, more than a half hour. 
I was surprised how much easier it was to make that gigantic switch-back of a climb, running much of it, compared to the last and only time I “ran” it before (the Saddleback Marathon).
We crossed back and forth across the stream when rain began to fall. Fortunately, we had plenty of tree cover at first. When the switch-back began, the clouds were so thick there was no viewing the canyons below.
Several other crazy people made their way up Holy Jim – at least two mountain bikers (it’s kind of a blur now) and countless hikers. I could have counted them, but didn’t, let’s just say there were lots. Some were smiling, especially the kids, but others had looks on their faces like they wondered what the heck they had gotten themselves into.
And the rain fell a little harder. And the wind blew a little colder. We were completely drenched by the time we reached the top of Holy Jim. What a surprise to find out that trail measures nearly five miles! Great training trail. I seriously thought it was a little over a mile, maybe two miles and the reason it kicked my butt last time was because I was so dang tired by the time I reached it (at about mile 10).
On the Main Divide, I finally took out some gloves and a beanie to wear beneath my cap. That’s when I found out my camera didn’t work, as everything in my pockets were drenched, including the camera. I didn’t even want to think about my ipod. Fortunately my phone still worked. Water poured from Jeremy’s glove when he clenched his fist.
Oh the fun of running an exposed mountain range in the cold rain and wind! 
The run down was glorious, though it was wet and it was cold, and it was rocky. Toward the bottom of the mountain dozens of orangish-brown salamanders made their way across the muddy trail, away from the stream. I could have sworn that I saw one salamander with a worm in its mouth. I desperately wished that my camera worked, and thoughts ran through my mind how I could collect one or two of these creatures and bring them home to the boys. But I had no container, no way to keep them moist for the drive home (and believe me I was dreaming about turning that heater on full-blast in my truck).
With about a mile and a half remaining, I got whipped by Stinging Nettle. I thought the reason it stung so badly was because my skin was wet. Soon the little bumps appeared, and the stinging didn’t disappear like the last time the plant attacked down in San Juan Capistrano. It felt like a thousand microscopic needles pricking my leg over and over again. But the pain was very bearable, as my main mission, to finish this run, was still at hand.
Finally seemingly out of nowhere, 14 miles after we started, we ran up on to the parking lot.
Great run, but a very difficult run, mostly because of the weather. As promised I drove with the heater running full-blast, all the way home. I might also add a funny side note: the skies were blue as I drove home, not a single drop came down upon the windshield. It took me a long time to finally warm up also at home. 8:30 PM, my leg still stings from the Nettle.
It was all worth it though. Holy Jim, I’ll be back!
Finally toward end of run, camera begins to work somewhat (all the pictures turned out mostly blurry)
Elevation Profile: Holy Jim to Main Divide, West Horse Thief to Trabuco Trail.
