I guess it may be *slightly* faster than going over to La Luz and jogging down, but it's a world of hurt. Bushwhacking through either thornbushes or oak brush and cactus while postholing in knee-deep slush is one of the most awful hiking experiences possible.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe