Running the Ridge in Ojai: A Long Trail Takes Me Above and Beyond the Familiar

I lived on the East End of the Ojai Valley from age 3 to 18, which means almost all of my growing up took place in one corner of a semi-rural Southern California neighborhood where roosters still crow in the morning, and stars, unadulterated by streetlights, glisten at night. First I lived in a one-story mid-century ranch house amidst avocado and orange orchards and went to preschool and elementary school two blocks away. Then I lived in a dorm room a mile up the road at the Thacher School, where my grandfather and dad had worked and I went to high school.

When I return there to visit and run around the Thacher campus and my old neighborhood, as I did last week, every stretch of each road throws back a memory. There’s the house where I first kissed a boy in 5th grade. The driveway where my sister wrote the names of our dogs in wet cement. The bougainvillea bush where I picked purple blossoms to stick in the top of my mare’s bridle so she’d look like a circus horse. The crumbling rock walls, which separate the orchards from the roads, where my friends and I climbed and poked lizards. The tangle of chaparral where that guy stashed his motorcycle so we could sneak out after hours to zoom around town.

Every oak, eucalyptus, olive and pepper tree looks familiar. The mailboxes sport names I still recognize. So even though it’s been 25 years since I really lived there, I feel at home and at peace when I run around the East End.

But my relationship to the mountains that ring the Ojai Valley is quite different. From my perspective as a child, they always looked so big and far away, barely reachable. Along one stretch of the northern ridge, the hills and canyons shape themselves into what looks like the profile of an Indian chief resting on his back, with his lips, nose and one eyelid carved into the hillside. His nose, sticking up like a dorsal fin, is called Chief Peak. That formidable ridge, with its resting chief, held mystery and adventure.

Nordhoff Ridge on the northern edge of the Ojai Valley, as seen from Thacher Road, with Chief Peak on the right.

Nordhoff Ridge on the northern edge of the Ojai Valley, as seen from the east end of the valley floor, with Chief Peak the “nose” on the far right.

As a student at Thacher, which has a robust riding and camping program, I’d occasionally saddle up with others to ride my horse over the ridge and camp on the other side in the Sespe Wilderness of the Los Padres National Forest. Those experiences always proved to be an epic multi-day adventure, and going up and over the ridge was a big deal. Even hiking up to The Pines, a campground just three miles above campus and halfway up to the ridge, felt like a major undertaking.

Thacher students heading out for horse camping last December in the Sespe Wilderness of the Los Padres National Forest (photo courtesy the Thacher website).

Thacher students heading out for horse camping last December in the Sespe Wilderness (photo courtesy the Thacher website).

But I’ve changed since I lived in Ojai. I’ve developed into a mountain runner who can cover pretty long distances, which is something I never, as a teen who hated running, ever imagined I could be.

I return to Ojai frequently to see my 14-year-old daughter, who lives and goes to school there as a 9th-grader, and to serve on Thacher’s board. But I don’t go running in the mountains beyond The Pines. I tend to stick to my comfort zone of the East End—those long, straight, familiar streets.

Then it hit me last week that my schedule allowed a half-day in Ojai totally free. An idea took hold: I can run the ridge. I can and I should

It’s hard to convey how exciting and surprising this epiphany felt. I always thought I needed a horse to cover those trails. To do it by foot was something only my amazing big brother, who’s a hiker and mountain biker, could do.

I got a map and made a plan. (Download the map pictured below on the site.)


I would run just over 4 miles across the East End, on Thacher Road and Grand Avenue, from the pink “g” in the map, which is the Thacher School, to the pink “b,” the Gridley trailhead at the top of Gridley Road. From there, I’d go up Gridley Trail (#5 on the map) about 6 miles and almost 3500 feet. Then, hang a right on Nordhoff Ridge Road and run over 8 miles on trail #1 all the way around the backside of Chief Peak, which involves about another 1500 feet of climbing, to the intersection of Sisar Canyon Road (trail #3). Finally, I’d run about 4 miles down from the ridge and return to Thacher via Horn Canyon (trail #10). The total mileage would be between 22 and 23.

Going solo and self-supported, I knew a big challenge would be to carry enough water. I had to assume there would not be water along the way. (I wouldn’t want to do this loop in summer, when the triple-digit heat bakes the valley.) I carried two hand-held bottles with 20 oz. each, a hydration pack with a 30-oz. bladder (unfortunately, I didn’t have a larger one with me), and a Platypus SoftBottle in my pack with another 17 oz. I also took my whistle and Muzzle Spray in case of any coyote or mountain lion encounters.

I ran relatively quickly across the East End, eager to climb Gridley Trail. Gridley offers a wonderful variety of terrain and vegetation, from highly technical, rocky switchbacks bordered by dry, spiky yucca and sage, to smooth, runnable stretches pleasantly shaded by manzanita. After only about a mile, the valley comes into view in all its beauty.

The Ojai Valley looking west from about a mile up Gridley Trail. The coast and Santa Barbara are on the other side of those mountains.

The Ojai Valley looking west from about a mile up Gridley Trail. The coast and Santa Barbara are on the other side of those mountains.

Typical vegetation and terrain on Gridley.

Typical vegetation and terrain on Gridley.

A nice, shady runnable stretch--a welcome relief after the rocky switchbacks.

A nice, shady runnable stretch–a welcome relief after rocky switchbacks.

Only a couple of miles up Gridley, however, and a little more than an hour into my run, I started to worry about rationing water. I had depleted one bottle already, and I had barely begun the hard climb. Looking up at the sunny, steep, long ridge that loomed ahead, I knew I would probably run out of water before starting the descent.

Just as I was berating myself for poor planning, I turned a corner and encountered a horse trough that sits by the trail just under three miles from the trailhead. Hallelujah! Who cares if it was mossy and had bugs on the surface? It had a trickle of water from a hose feeding it, so it wasn’t stagnant, which was good enough for me. I gulped a bottle’s worth, refilled, and felt ready to tackle the rest of the route.

More than halfway up Gridley, the trail revealed views of canyons I never had seen before. I got a kick out of seeing Chief’s face from a different perspective. After always looking at the left side of his profile from the valley below, it was fascinating to gaze through the hills and realize I was looking up Chief’s nose (the west side of the peak). It was also a bit daunting to realize I had to run the ridge around and past this peak, which still looked a long way away.

Chief Peak-- the chief's "nose" and "eye," way in the background behind the hills, as seen from Gridley Trail.

Chief Peak–the pointy peak in the distance–is the chief’s “nose,” as seen from Gridley Trail.

After some tough switchbacks, the trail finally reached its intersection with Nordhoff Ridge Road. If I had more time and water, I would have liked to go left and run a mile up to Nordhoff Peak, but that would have to wait for another day. I turned right instead and headed east on the dirt road that straddles the Ojai Valley and Sespe Wilderness.

The final stretch up Gridley to the ridge.

The final stretch up Gridley to the ridge.

A typical stretch of Nordhoff Ridge Road running east between Gridley and Chief Peak: exposed and uphill!

A typical stretch of Nordhoff Ridge Road running east between Gridley and Chief Peak: exposed and uphill!

The dirt road along the ridge felt challenging because it still climbed more than 1000 feet, but it was easy in terms of terrain. I could stop looking down at my feet to avoid tripping hazards and instead look up and around, soaking in the views. Frequently I paused to identify landmarks below, such as the massive white boulders of Piedra Blanca in the Sespe or certain tracts of orchards in the valley.

Looking down from the ridge at the Sespe Wilderness.

Looking down from the ridge at the Sespe Wilderness.

Looking westward from the ridge, back at the Gridley Trail, and seeing the ocean beyond the valley.

Looking down at all that land and the ocean beyond, I connected the dots geographically and felt awestruck. The region looked so vast, unusual and interconnected. The Ojai Valley, nicknamed The Nest, had always seemed to me like its own little world carved out of a symmetrically shaped, perfectly aligned east-west valley. But it is in fact sprawling and multi-layered, branching out with hills and canyon crevices I never knew existed. It was not isolated at all; I could see vividly from each vista how it connected to the Los Padres National Forest, Ventura County and the coast. I had the feeling you get when you’ve known someone a long time in a single mundane context and then discover that person has dimensions to his or her life that you would not have expected, like the clerk at the UPS store I’ve been talking to for years and recently learned is a world traveler and competitive tango dancer.

After a couple of miles, I reached the intersection with another major road that heads down to Rose Valley in the Sespe. I stayed up on the ridge, continuing east, and from there I guess the road changes its name from Nordhoff Ridge Road to Chief Peak Road, or at least that’s what this sign indicates:

Intersection on the ridge. More climbing ahead!

Intersection on the ridge. More climbing ahead!

The road continues to climb until reaching a summit on the back side of Chief Peak. From there, it blissfully makes a backwards-S turn all the way around the peak, toward the intersection with Sisar Canyon Road. This stretch rewarded me with the easiest running all day (not counting the first paved four miles across the valley to the Gridley trailhead), and I made the most of it, striding out faster on the downward slope. Lilliputian-like, I was running around the chief’s nose!

trail around Chief Peak

Looking back at the road that runs around Chief Peak.

At the next intersection, I forked right onto Sisar and ran an easy three-quarters of a mile to the Horn Canyon Trail. My GPS indicated I had gone a little over 18 miles by the time I got there. I felt relief and a sense of accomplishment upon seeing a signpost that would lead to the familiar campground, The Pines, and take me back to the scheduled meetings and special time with my daughter that awaited me on the Thacher campus. But I also regretted that this morning for exploring was coming to an end. I began dreaming up plans to run to Piedra Blanca in the Middle Sespe next time.

An iPhone self-portrait at the top of Horn Canyon.

An iPhone self-portrait at the top of Horn Canyon.

Horn Canyon to and through The Pines is one of the most difficult parts of this run: rocky, overgrown and very steep. I scuttled down and busted through sagebrush, reminding myself to check my body carefully for ticks later in the day. Then I paused to enjoy a mini picnic at the lovely Pines, the campground that used to seem so far away but now seemed quite close to home base.

The Pines

The Pines

Creek crossing at the bottom of Horn Canyon

Creek crossing at the bottom of Horn Canyon

By the time I returned to the starting point of my grandfather’s house, just down the road from Thacher, my GPS recorded 23 miles and 4900 feet of elevation gain. (If you’re curious to see the exact route, elevation profile and mile splits, click here.)

While contemplating life during this run—sorting through memories, thinking about family, making plans—I reflected on my relationship to trail running, and the freedom and strength gained from it. There was a time during college—1989, to be exact—when I came back to Ojai for an alumni celebration, and several alumni ran “the Pi race,” a 3.14-mile route covering part of the Thacher campus and one block of the East End. This was before I had started running, and I told myself, I could never do that. I felt too lazy even to walk those three miles. A couple of decades later, I find myself running the ridge (I ran to Chief Peak!) without too much difficulty and with abundant joy. Who would’ve thought?

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11 Responses to Running the Ridge in Ojai: A Long Trail Takes Me Above and Beyond the Familiar

  1. Jimmy Mac February 7, 2013 at 6:32 am #

    Wow, that run sounds epic! I especially liked your first few paragraphs; they made me nostalgic for my hometown. Great writing, thanks Sarah!
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  2. Sal February 7, 2013 at 8:14 am #

    I live in Oxnard and this run sounds awesome. I think I’ll try this out soon.

  3. Ann February 7, 2013 at 8:25 am #

    Wow, this is amazing. Thanks so much for sharing your run with us. More importantly, thanks for sharing its meaning.
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  4. Rain Wolf February 7, 2013 at 12:17 pm #

    Hey! That’s my usual haunt =] Though I’m in Ventura down the road. I usually do laps something like: park at Gridley, go across Shelf, up Pratt, along Ridge and drop down Gridley… yay car aid station. I think it’s ummm 15? 16? Usually followed by the shorter loop (instead of to the top, across the Fireroad).

    Anyhow neat to see the trails. Think I’ll hit that route sometime soonish.

  5. Martha Howard February 8, 2013 at 8:49 am #

    I LOVE this post! I total understand how you feel about soaring above and beyond what you knew as a child (literally and figuratively). You must have felt so empowered and informed up there from a new and so very different perspective. I love the pictures and seeing the terrain up close. So interesting after having looked at it from below and afar for so many years. I’m happy for you that you were able to experience you “back yard” in this new way. You are so brave and strong and I love you and am proud of you!

  6. Pete Ferguson February 9, 2013 at 6:08 pm #

    Fantastic adventure! Bucket list item “check”! It’s so funny that I just finished “Wild” and it’s stuck in my head now. Reading about your journey to the Chief was like a very short sequel. Great report, makes me want to hit the trail now and try something different.
    BTW…That whistle…was it yellow and is it the loudest whistle in the world?… ; )
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  7. Justin February 20, 2013 at 6:32 pm #

    Funny that I came across this post, I’ll be running Gridley to Cozy Dell this weekend, defiantly great trails. This is also where the Coyote 2 Moon 100k/100miler had been held for the last 5 years.

  8. charles March 24, 2014 at 11:06 am #

    I grew up in Ojai, and in Boy Scouts, hiked virtually every trail around the valley. I was back there 3 years ago and hiked up Sisar Canyon. thanks for the pictures and memories.


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