Oy vay, the bushwack from the road to this peak is heinous! I had two leashed dogs with me and I'm COVERED in scrapes and bruises. Deadfall, rocks, small crowded young trees...you name it. Much of the time I resorted to the King Cong method of bushwacking: That is, just crashing through whatever's in my way hoping it'll give. I summitted two outcrops to the SW of the highpoint of the road, both with piping on top marking (surveying? dunno...) indicating a summit of some sort. Nice sunny day, but my two old (9.5 and 12 years old) dogs crapped out toward the end of the hike down the canyon. Poor old dawgs are zonked out at this point. Dogs: Lady & Bing.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)