Wed, Feb 6, 2013
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The neighborhood I parked in was brand new, the
homes built within the last year. The landscaping was fresh and new and not a
tree over 5ft that I could see. The Dublin Hills have been used for ranching
for more than a hundred years, and every decade a bit more gets converted to
suburbs as the developers march slowly up the hillsides. The regional park was
cut out of a section that would have also been developed had not existing
residents protested and worked out a compromise to save some Open Space while
developing others. There wasn't a soul in sight anywhere in the neighborhood as
I went through. It had the feel of something from the Stepford Wives. Only in
this case both husbands and wives were off working at this time of day to
afford these large, beautiful homes. The entrance I used isn't really one,
though it was depicted as such on the park map that I picked up at the main
entrance. Starting shortly before 10a, I ignored several No Trespassing signs,
hopping a few gates to get me into the park boundary a short distance
away.
The grass
is very green on the hills and
the cows that are consuming it appear
quite satisfied. Being used to people, most of them just looked up when I
approached and then went back to munching grass. The younger ones were more
easily spooked and ran off. From near the start I could see Wiedemann Hill to
the north,
almost four miles off. The "trail" plies ranch roads following along
a gentle ridgeline for about half the distance to Wiedemann Hill. The park
boundary is found just beyond a transmission tower that lies atop a small hill.
After hopping
an old gate found here, I hiked across grassy
pastureland, taking in views off two sides,
west to the SF Bay and
east to Mt. Diablo and the surrounding communities.
A series
of
benchmarks can be found along the ridge marking the boundary between
the two counties. There are dilapidated corrals,
water troughs both
old (wood and porcelain) and new (plastic) for the cattle, and miles of
fencing to keep the cattle compartmentalized.
A coyote spotted me from a distance and took off down the east slopes, pausing
a few times to take a look back before continuing. A handful of
wild turkeys
were found at the edge of some brush off the east side of the ridge as well.
Perhaps the coyote was looking for them.
It was not a difficult hike, wide open and easy cross-country, hopping the last
fence just before the summit where I picked up the well-graded road
that services several small
communication towers found at the summit.
It was just after 11a when I topped out at the grassy knoll with a 1951
benchmark. There's actually a summit rock that marks the highest point,
but it's only 2-3ft in height. I wandered around the summit towers to take in
the views in the various direction. Rocky Ridge, another P1K I had visited the
previous year, rose prominently to
the north. Mt. Diablo of course is
the highest summit around and dominates the view to
the east. To
the west, the green hills roll on for several miles before dropping to
the urban communities of the East Bay.
To the south is another named summit, Harlan Hill that I next visited.
I passed by more
cow herds, walked along
an old rock wall that
had been built from the scattered rocks that once lay about the fields more
haphazardly, and eventually made my way to
Harlan's summit about 15
minutes after leaving Wiedemann Hill. Unmarred by towers, I enjoyed this small
knoll even better and found a nice rock to sit on while I took a short break
overlooking
Big Canyon to the south. I decided to drop into this canyon
and climb up through the oak forest understory on the otherside as a bit of a
shortcut and adventure. The
southwest side of Harlan Hill proved steep
but managable thanks to the many cows that had cut steps and trails across the
slope over the years. There was a small amount of water flowing in the narrow
creek channel where an entirely different ecosystem is found in the
dark shade of the forest.
Ferns and
mushrooms grow
abundantly here. I expected to find an equally abundant supply of poison oak
too, but was happy to find none. I climbed back up the steep western bank of
the canyon to reconnect with the
open pastures above. The adventure
part had only lasted about 20 minutes.
I followed the ridgeline back inside the park, then hiked to the far southern
end where Donlan Point is found. It has very little prominence, but
has
a nice overlook to
the east and south. A man with his dog
were the only other party I saw on my way back to the car. The park doesn't
seem to get much traffic on
weekdays. Overall I'd give the park a "B". Too many cows and too small to be
worth a better grade. Plus, they seem to be really particular about parking
around here...
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