Sun, Mar 3, 2013
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The weather was overcast, light drizzle having fallen during the night and parts
of the drive. This left the ground wet, but not soaked. There would be little
sun today, but at least no rain or mud. The road leading to the communications
tower is partially paved. The thin layer of pavement has worn away in
many places, but the road is still in good condition. It took just under an hour
to hike the road to its end at the tower. Once past the first half mile that
get s one above the canyon, the views begin to open up both
east across
Reliz Canyon and
west to the higher portions of the Santa Lucia Range.
Pinyon Peak is the highest summit around at over 5,000ft (it blocks the
view to the even higher Junipero Serra behind it).
Once at the tower,
Peak 2,450ft can be seen to the west across
a saddle. There is no road joining the two and heavy brush is encountered on the
north-facing slope of the connecting ridgeline. But the south side is more
lightly vegetated and animal trails can be used to reach the highpoint with only
minor brush to contend with.
A fence runs the entire length of the
ridgeline and on the way to the summit I crossed the fence several times to take
advantage of clearings on one side or the other. On the way back I found that I
could stay on the south side of the fence for the entire distance without need
to jump back and forth. I picked up a handful of
ticks on my pants as
I made my way down from the tower, but they were easily flicked off and were
unable to bother me much. There would be more ticks whenever I was away from the
road, but they never became a problem like they had
the week before in Sonoma County. At the saddle
there is a dirt road leading north onto the property of the hunting club. It
does not see much use. An
old gate at the saddle has been unused for
years. The barbed-wire has been clipped in a section of the fence, probably to
allow game to travel onto the club property.
I reached the summit of Peak 2,450ft by 7:20a. I should have looked around,
taken a few photos and retreated at this point, but for some reason I thought
the highpoint was another half mile further to the northwest along the
ridgeline. It looked lower, but the route I had marked on my GPS said I
still had some distance to go so off I went. The fence continues along the ridge
out to Pt. 2,437ft, but the brush is
heavier here than the earlier
portion and some of it was downright annoying. I spent some time crawling and
scratching my way through it, only to reach a very uninteresting point amidst
the
chaparral that had poor views and nothing much to speak for it. Having taken an
an elevation reading at Peak 2,450ft, I found this other summit to be 5-6 feet
lower when I'd found the highest ground. I probably wasted a total of
45 minutes on this extra excursion, the scratches up and down my arms and a few
extra ticks about all I had to show from it.
In returning back to the tower, I paused along the way to take a few
pictures of the fine
yellow flowers that were growing on the south side
of the ridge. There were also abundant displays of
lupine growing
along the road that would have looked even nicer with a little
sunshine. The sun did manage to break out in a few places, but never where I was
hiking. Aside from the wildflowers, the views west to
Vaqueros Canyon
and south to
upper Reliz Canyon were probably the most picturesque on
the outing. In a few places one could see northeast to Pinnacles with
North and South Chalone Peaks, but the overcast conditions made these views
rather hazy. The grassy portions of the surrounding hills and valleys were very
green at this time, giving them the appearance of verdant luxury, rather
than the hot, dry country that more accurately describes this area for most of
the year.
I jogged much of the road heading back down, getting me to the van
before
9a. After picking up Ryan and his friend in Arroyo Seco, I was very tired on
drive home and probably could have used a boost of caffeine. The boys themselves
slept most of the way, tired from their own camping activities. I would get my
own nap for a few hours once back in San Jose. Luxury, indeed...
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