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Land on either side of the road is private for the entire 7mi stretch. Numerous
signs make this abundantly clear and parking is not allowed on the road until
Dowdy Ranch is reached. As I started
up the road on foot my only concern would
be getting seen once I left the road by one of the private landholders, mostly
ranchers, driving in to attend to ranch duties. Luckily there were only short
stretches were I was likely to be noticed - when I first left the road, when
I crossed back over the road at the top of the loop, and when returning to the
road at the end. Leaving the road proved easy - I dropped into a small culvert
on the left side and started hiking up the other side in a broad drainage.
Large oaks would provide cover for most of the hike up to the ridge and within
a few minutes my chances of being seen had dropped to some low value just above
zero.
The hike was a pleasant one, the weather overcast, chilly and a bit windy, the
terrain
oak-studded grass slopesl
with only modest chaparral cover. The cattle had
grazed most of the hillsides to within a few inches of bare earth, making the
hiking fairly easy. Once on the ridge I was treated to nice views overlooking
the SR152 corridor behind me to
the south. To
the east was the
ever-so-slightly higher Peak 1,442ft and to
the west the familiar shape
of Elephant Head (which doesn't look at all like a pachyderm, btw). I went up
and over
the rounded summit, descending the
north side and
then following the ridge
along a cowtrack, eventually reaching
the main road where it tops out after a steep climb from the canyon below. I
hurriedly
crossed the road, took a picture of
a roadside lake
and worked my way east along little-used ranch roads
towards Peak 1,442ft. I
relaxed once more a few minutes later when I was out of direct view from the
road and had climbed higher. I came across some grazing cattle on this side of
the road, most of which chose to simply watch me before going back to their
breakfast, a few finding a little morning exercise and some distance between
us preferrable. I found a few large oaks atop
the summit
with wide-reaching
views. Pacheco Peak was a notable pointy figure
standing out in the skyline to
the south, Lakeview Peak to the north.
I continued my looping route, descending the ridge south from Peak 1,442ft. I
stopped suddenly when I noted a truck stbelow near the entrance. Guessing
it was stopped there to open and close the gate, I waited patiently under cover
of an oak for it to finish its business and start up the road before I
continued my descent. This last segment went rather quickly, taking but ten
minutes from the time I spotted the truck until I was again
back at the parking
lot. I covered a little over 4mi in about an hour and a half, a very nice
little loop. There had been some poison oak along the route, all of it
easy to spot and avoid. This would probably have made for a nice moonlight
hike as well.
I parked outside the park off the paved road leading down to a boat ramp on the
west side of San Luis Reservoir. This made the ride slightly shorter
with the added benefit of saving the $10 daily use fee. I lifted the bike over
the
tall gate
found here and was soon on the windfarm road. I initially followed the
trail signs for a single track trail that paralleled the road. Nice for hiking
or equestrians, the tall grass that overgrew the trail made me nervous,
wondering if I was about to crash into an unseen rock and fly over the
handlebars. Where the trail turned right and away from the windfarm I returned
to the forbidden road. I soon found myself approaching a field office
composed of 2-3 trailers with several trucks parked outside. I rode silently
by, glad I didn't have a voice yelling behind me, "Hey! Come back!" I kept
wondering if I might still be spotted and a truck sent after me, or perhaps be
confronted by a truck out working on/inspecting the towers, but I saw nary a
person during the entire visit.
It was actually a very nice road to ride on with gentle grades and hardpacked
gravel and dirt surfaces. I rode under and past numerous turbines,
humming away
at a brisk pace. It was very windy and cold, prompting me to put on fleece and
gloves to ward off the chill. In late spring and summer it can be brutally hot
here, but today it was more like winter. Consistently
high winds of
course were the reason that the place was chosen for a windfarm. I spent about
35min riding 4.5mi to the
park boundary.
I expected this to be a pretty remote location and little visited, but
found otherwise. 1/3mi beyond the gate was a ranch complex with several large
wooden buildings and a number of large holding areas for cattle. Just below
this to the east lies a ranch home, of newer construction and evidently
occupied. The windmill road is the only
access road for this ranch. After locking
my bike to the fence and hopping the gate I started walking down the road but
quickly thought better of it when I spied the home. Back over the fence I went.
I decided on a cross-country route that skirts the park boundary and away from
the ranch facilities to get me to top of Peak 1,721ft, about a mile
to the west.
This worked nicely, taking about a half an hour, seeing me to the summit
without incident. The only detraction was the number of stickers and thistles
that attacked
my shoes,
stabbing my feet with a hundred pinpricks. By the time
I reached the top I was in some discomfort and had to stop and spend about
20min to remove all the stickers from my shoes and socks. I sat on a rock just
below the summit while I did this, enjoying the nice views around me (Mt.
Ararat to
the south, Pacheco Peak to
the west,
Basalt Hill and
the reservoir to the east).
I had been to all of these named summits and more over the years
and was happy to see them looking as pristine and untrammeled as ever (never
mind that both Basalt Hill and Pacheco sport several towers each).
I returned to the bike via the same route, repeating the pause to remove those
pesky stickers once more (for which reason I would have to recommend winter
or early spring for a visit). Another 30min saw me back
to the pavement where
I'd left the van. I had intended to visit a second summit in the area, off
Whiskey Hill Rd at the west end of the park, but found my motivation lacking.
The wind had been just too strong to really enjoy the outing as much as I'd
have liked and it seemed like a better idea to leave it for a less windy day
in the future.
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