With Keith Hamrick. Baldy Mountain is an officially named summit with 500 feet of prominence that lies entirely on public land, but due to several challenges it only has one documented ascent by Chris Kerth. I wanted to squeeze it in this weekend before the big storm, knowing that Cache Creek would likely become impassable for the rest of the season after heavy rains. While there are more efficient ways to just climb Baldy Mountain by itself, we planned a big loop that would allow us to tag 3 other summits. From Cache Creek Canyon Regional Park, we forded the river and climbed up to some trail. We climbed up and over some ridge then dropped back to Cache Creek where we had our second ford. We then climbed up Peak 1840, though I struggle to call it a “peak” since it only has 240 feet of prominence. We then dropped down to Buck Island Campground where we had our third ford of Cache Creek. We found a car here that we surmised was abandoned, even though it wasn’t that old. The bathrooms were victims of buckshot. Keith suggested that the people who camped here probably drank too much Busch Light. We then followed Davis Creek upstream, finding some very large bear prints in the sand. The geology in here was very interesting, but our progress was painfully slow. We then began a cumbersome effort up the eastern slopes of Baldy Mountain. Some class 4 dirt combined with endless French Thistle made for a unpleasant climb. Some minor bushwhacking on an unseasonably warm day added to the fun. We first climbed a false summit which we jokingly called Balding Mountain, then ran the ridge to the true summit. I laughed to myself as Keith loudly asked if the uninspiring brushy summit was the top. This is one of those peaks that look much cooler on a map. We then had a steep climb with a lot of side hilling all the way back down to Davis Creek. We then climbed straight up out of Davis Canyon to the east and connected with a dirt road. A sustained pace took us towards Langs Peak. Keith impressively jogged uphill for the last half mile to the summit. Several fowl hunters drove by us on ATVs. While resting on Langs Peak, we questioned why this peaklet had been named, since it had very little prominence and was right next to even higher terrain. We then continued a short distance to Peak 2791, which was the best peak of the day. We could see Mt St Helena, Cobb Mountain, Mt Konocti, Little Blue Ridge, Goat Mountain, Snow Mountain, Mt Saint John and others. Sadly we couldn’t enjoy the views as much as we wanted since day light hours were fleeting. We power walked and jogged the remaining gradual, red dirt road miles back to the car. Neither of us needed our headlamps. It’s mustache szn.