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Spikes Peak previously climbed Fri, May 25, 2007|
The two officially unnamed summits I was after are in the southeast corner of Santa Clara County, on the border with Merced County and 3-5mi south of the State Park. Reaching the park boundary around 4:15p, I continued on Whiskey Flat Rd as it follows the county boundary fairly well, heading south through Frenchs Flat. Though not so flat, it consists of gentle rolling hills with a reservoir found at the west end and a ranch building adjacent to a cattle pen found to the east atop the county border. Though it appears to be more of a hunting lodge periodically occupied and I saw no sign it was being used currently, I avoided it by leaving the road and following cross-country through the rolling grass drainages to the west. By the time I had regained the road further south the sun had set and the moon was shining brightly. Unfortunately, fog was pouring in from the west over the crest of the range and it was not long before the fog had enveloped me and the moon could no longer be seen. I passed through a gate labeled "Shelley Hill" which seemed to give a name to the first summit I visited, completely in the fog. It was not as dark as one might think because the moon overhead gave the fog a diffuse glow that was sufficient to see without needing a headlamp, even as I scrambled up steep slopes of uneven, cow and pig disturbed earth with a fair share of rocks to keep me on my toes. The light was dim enough that I started thinking about mountain lions and how easy it would be for one to mistake me for some kind of usual prey. I took to wearing my headlamp on the back of my head - I didn't want to lose my night vision, but thought the light would be sufficiently alarming to keep a mountain lion at bay.
The second summit proved far better because with an extra 400ft of elevation it was enough to rise above the fog, providing a fine, nighttime view overlooking this part of the range. I could see the lights of Los Banos to the east, but in other directions there were no lights at all, save the moon and stars above providing the soft views of the surrounding hills. By now it was about 6:15p and my outing was going faster than expected. I had planned to visit a third unnamed summit west of the first one, but it would have involved a much trickier cross-country descent down to Pacheco Creek before climbing to the summit. The fog had gotten me to change my mind since it was covering this other summit completely. Instead, I decided to pay a side visit to Spikes Peak within the park on my return. I had been up it once before some years earlier, but it gave me a chance to do more hiking in the dark which I was finding most enjoyable despite the chill of the night air. I was surprised to find an electric fence surrounding the summit area, and though I noted a solar-charged battery to power the fence, it was only later that I figured out what it was. With a few blinking LEDs, I thought it some sort of remote sensing intrument or a wildlife camera. I accidently ran my hand across the fence line near the summit but did not receive a shock - either it was not engaged or, more likely, my boots provided adequate insulation to prevent a shock. Why they would have such a fence inside the park was a bit of a mystery I never did resolve. The gates are open and look to have been that way for a long time, so there are other ways in for the cleverest of the cattle. My descent was somewhat haphazard, following the main Spikes Peak Rd, then a side road/trail, then more cross-country when the trail didn't seem to be going in the right direction. I saw a small animal the size of a dog (coyote, maybe) dart off through the oak understory as I made my way down and up several drainages before finally returning to the picnic area near the park entrance. Outside the park, as I was walking down the road towards SR152 where I had parked my car, I found one of the local residents shouting outside on his front porch into the dark. At first I thought he was talking to me, but I decided he couldn't see me and was just having a drunken fit, explaining why I couldn't understand his slurred shouting. Meanwhile, his dog is barking incessantly (having picked up my scent, no doubt) and is getting no attention from his owner who's become inured to such behavior. Rural life at its best...
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