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Since I had entered the position in my GPS, we had no trouble
finding the likely starting point along the paved Mines Road. Almost
immediately we noticed buildings just off the road, down below, along with
Beware of Dog on the gate at roadside. Drats. We moved further south
along the road, stopping a few times before finding
something suitable for (hopefully) getting by undiscovered.
Our first bit of work was to drop about 300ft from the road down to the
creek at the base of our mountain. This was done by a combination of
cross-country down grassy hillsides, a section of rarely-used dirt road, and
then more cross-country to get us down to the
Arroyo Mocho. The
creek looked
cool and inviting, not enough flow for a swim, but enough for a drink. We
didn't, of course, knowing most of the land around us was well-grazed ranchland.
There were dozens of newts in the creek, lying still, probably waiting for
likely meals to float by in the current. Steve found these particularly
interesting, stopping to watch them and take pictures. Having seen hundreds of
these creatures and no longer holding my interest, I waited patiently while
Steve marveled at them. I was impressed by the abundance of the small
amphibians, more than a dozen were visible from where I stood and just looking
around.
Our route down to the creek was chosen to intersect the only dirt road in the
area that goes across the creek (this wasn't strictly true - it was the only
crossing shown on the topo map, but as we came to find there has since been a
large ranchhouse built to the south with an access road another mile or two
further south off Mines Rd). Taking the road more directly down from Mines
Rd would have entailed passing by more buildings
and possibly dealing with a
dog. It was easy enough to cross the creek over rocks. Immediately on the other
side was a small private picnic area with a dilapidated deck and even a few
lawn chairs -
it didn't look to have been utilized for the past few years.
We continued up the zigzagging
road as it followed up the east
side of the mountain under a set of high voltage towers. We could hear the
lines buzzing as we passed under them. Where the trees had been cut under the
power lines, wildflowers grew among the grassy slopes in
large numbers. We
crossed over a gate in the road to the adjacent property to the south. It looked
like it hadn't been opened in years.
Not long after we passed the gate we came across a view to a cattle pen that caught our attention through the trees. More alarming was the sight of a rancher securing a gate to the pen. We ducked down on the road out of sight, wondering if he had seen us. We continued up the road another fifteen minutes or so, periodically exposed to view from a ranch home next to the cattle pen. Our nervousness increased when we passed by another home, this one looking unoccupied. We heard a rattling diesel engine approaching from below and quickly got off the road and out of view. A few minutes later, a large pickup hauling a load of cattle in a trailer came lumbering by at slow speed, winding its way up the mountain - the same road we had intended to follow to the summit of Cedar Mtn. We waited until it had passed and climbed several hundred feet up the switchbacks and out of sight before starting off again. We would need to find an alternate.
The map showed a second road further north, passing through the unoccupied
home site. It looked unoccupied when we spied it from afar, but the
grounds around did not make it look unused. So we hiked up the main road past
this second home site, then left the road to hike up the
grassy hillsides where
we were unlikely to be spotted. This led to some brushwhacking and traversing
of hillsides and general tortoising of progress. We eventually
emerged half
an hour later through the manzanita and
onto the road
we were looking for.
Judging by the absence of recent treadmarks, we guessed this second road was
much less traveled.
Though only the two roads were shown on our topo map, there were several
junctions we passed on our way towards the summit - at least three additional
roads had been cut through this area since the map was last updated. Where our
road started to head downhill, we took an overgrown side road that traverses
around the west side of Cedar Mountain's summit. There were stashes of old,
forgotten gear, including a pile of old signs
left to the elements. We passed
behind yet another old home site, looking unoccupied, but possibly used in
season as a hunting lodge (we had seen both deer and wild turkeys on our way
up).
Almost two hours after starting out, we finally found our way to the
antenna-topped summit of Cedar Mtn.
No cedars that we could see, the summit was
surrounded by brush that made the views weak, and hard to come by. We could
see
south to Mt. Hamilton,
west
to Mt. Lewis (where we had been a week earlier),
north to Mt. Diablo. Through the
unfortunate haze we could just make out the suburban developments in Livermore
Valley to the north and the Central Valley to the east. The previous week we
had seen the snows on the Sierra over the haze, but no such luck today.
There was a small pile of rocks and an implanted pipe at the highest point at
the summit. No register or benchmark to be found. We ate what snacks we brought
with us, but a check of the time showed we might be running up against our
time constraint. We discussed briefly
which route to take back, eventually opting to take our chances on the main
road which would be the fastest way back. By
jogging downhill we figured we
could probably go about the same pace as the lumbering truck were it to return
while we were headed down. We had no idea if the truck was still up high near
the summit somewhere, had gone off down the other side, or possibly already
returned after relocating its load of cattle. We were surprised to find it took
us only ten minutes to reach the place where we had left the road on our way
up, a stretch that had taken us something like 45 minutes cross-country.
We continued down, stopping only for some quick pictures of the
lupine and other
wildflowers
that were decorating the hillsides. It looked like the height
of spring season with the grass so green and lush and the flowers out in
abundance. But without any rain on the horizon it would probably be only a few
weeks before the landscape began to dry up and the flora start to turn brown.
We were happy to make it down without further incidence, no trucks, no
ranchers, no troubles at all. We were soon back at
Arroyo Mocho, then climbed
the last few hundred feet up the steep,
grassy slopes
back
to the car. The
whole descent had taken less than 40 minutes. This put us well within our
time limits, and even with an hour of driving we were back with time to spare.
Next on the radar would be an ascent of Mt. Eylar. At just over 4,000ft, it is one of the highest peaks in Santa Clara County. And like Cedar Mtn, it is on the CC peak list. Unfortunately, it has several homes guarding the most straightforward access...
For more information see these SummitPost pages: Cedar Mountain
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