TALES FROM THE TRAIL (AND SOMETIMES THE ROAD TOO)

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Car Wreck Trail

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESFriday, March 18, I headed out to Wood Canyon after work around 1PM. With my normal quick out-and-back in mind, I headed up Cholla, and ran along West Ridge to Top of the World. But I had a lot on my mind and didn’t want to return home so quickly. So, after running back down West Ridge, I turned off at Mathis and headed down an old technical favorite, Car Wreck Trail. It’s a tricky trail, rocky and steep, named after a wrecked car toward the bottom. And it helped me a great deal, as I needed to focus so closely on the trail, that I didn’t have time to ponder the craziness in my mind.

Though it’s tough, Car Wreck Trail is beautiful:

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Car Wreck Trail eventual turns into another (I think it’s called Thousand Oaks Trail?) which in turn dumped me right back out onto Mathis, At the creek crossing at Mathis, I took a seat on the rocks and got caught up in the sound of rushing water. It had a great calming affect. Not sure how long I stayed, but it was a while, possibly twenty minutes.

And then I was off again along Wood Canyon, and I must have noticed five different snake tracks. One of them looked extraordinarily large. Sorry to have missed that one!

The wind picked up further into the canyon, and the grass fields swayed in waves. Mesmerized by the flow, I abruptly stopped along the field and watched the fields of grass move up and down like an ocean. It nearly took my breath away.

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Saturday, March 19, 2016

Arroyo Trabuco out of San Juan Capistrano

Sunday, March 13, I decided to take it relatively easy by hiking Arroyo Trabuco Trail out of San Juan Capistrano late in the afternoon. We’ve changed the clocks, so I’ve got more hours of daylight (which is wonderful since I have had so little time to hit the trails).

I don’t have much of a story to report on this one. I got to think quite a bit (since it takes longer to hike a trail, than run it). And I took a different leg of the Arroyo Trabuco because I couldn’t find a place to cross Trabuco Creek beneath Crown Valley Parkway without getting my feet wet. I also came up on a snake, a type I don’t recall ever seeing before. And I saw very little people hiking or running, though several cyclists passed me by.

Taking the new leg instead of crossing beneath Crown Valley turned out interesting (though taking a new trail is ALWAYS interesting to me). This one ventured further and higher away from the trail than I expected. For about a half mile or so, I hiked a very slim muddy path at a slant, then wound down through a green field that finally met up with the creek below at Oso Parkway. Here I finally crossed the creek and headed back into San Juan Capistrano along the portion of Arroyo Trabuco that I am accustomed to. After a few miles, I needed to cross the creek at Crown Valley in order to be on the correct side of the world with my truck. I walked straight through Trabuco Creek, drenching my shoes and socks this time. And this I enjoyed immensely.

9.27 miles with a mere 443’ elevation gained.

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Friday, March 18, 2016

Back to the Scene of the Crash

Saturday, March 12, I hit the trails to return to the scene of the accident that broke my arm. In fact, I ran the exact route: Holy Jim to The Main Divide, down West Horsethief to Trabuco (where the crash occurred) back into the Holy Jim lot. 

I am happy to report that I did not crash again. Sadly, I gingerly made my way across the rocks along Trabuco Trail so fearful was I that I would fall again. But overall, I spent a marvelous several hours in the mountains. I wore a jacket most of the time, and even gloves, and didn’t need even half the water that I packed. I was serenaded by the woodpeckers hammering against the tree trunks as I made my way up Holy Jim. I also met several hikers on the way up, and then spent many sweet lonely hours along The Main Divide. Come to think of it, I didn’t run across anyone on W. Horsethief or Trabuco either. Running down West Horsethief was a bit tricky, as the rocky terrain still strikes fear in me. A fall on West Horsethief would most likely fare far worse than one on Trabuco.

I love this route. It’s the toughest 14 miles I know. Probably the most beautiful in my parts too.  I think it’s apropos that it would be THIS route that would break something. It was bound to happen I suppose.

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14.07 miles, 3,605’ of elevation gain

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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Downtown

I believe it was Saturday, March 5, that we got a huge downpour. I’m so behind now, facts are leaving me. The next day after our rain was blue, bright and sunny, but still a little chilly, which is always good for me – the cooler the better. But the coastal hills were all closed due to “wet and muddy conditions,” and I wasn’t much in the mood for sneaking in. And I was getting such a late start, that I really didn’t want to make the trip to the mountains. And I really didn’t feel like chancing getting stuck in the mud either. Boy. Dilemma, dilemma.

Finally, around 11AM, I decided to do something I have not done in a long time. I ran down to the beach, where San Juan Creek meets the Pacific Ocean, and ran the bike path (which I call the river walk) into downtown San Juan Capistrano.

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SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESThe creek was loud, roaring almost. It sounded lovely to my ears. I have missed the sound of flowing water for so long. I really think it’s one of the best noises on this planet. The Los Rios District was booming with people. Little kiddies rode horses at the petting zoo. Trains arrived and departed with floods of people mingling about. The streets were crowded with cars, lots of them tourists, as Swallows Day was just around the corner, and the city was gearing up.

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After making my way through downtown, I picked up Trabuco Creek Trail. It follows Trabuco Creek, which had split off from San Juan Creek a few miles back.  The creek was so full, I couldn’t wait to get to the train tracks where it flows down the rocks into a giant pool. For so long, those rocks had been bone dry. But not today.  Trabuco Creek rumbled and crashed down on the rocks. Spray splashed up on my face. And the roar was so loud, not a single other thing could be heard. I took a seat there on the rocks and sat for a good twenty minutes before heading back.

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Friday, March 11, 2016

Harding Truck Trail

I am so behind. So, here goes another: Sunday, February 28, in an effort to ward off some anger, I changed my original coastal hills plans, and headed for the mountains at around 11 in the morning. I chose Harding Truck Trail because the drive into Modjeska Canyon is easy. There is no off-roading.

The day was warm, as I headed out of my seaside town. As I approached the freeway, a seagull took off from the asphalt in front of my truck and flew into my windshield. I kid you not! I nearly swerved into traffic to avoid the bird. And the only reason I I think that he didn’t crack my window was because the radio antenna slowed his crash some. That got my attention. With all the traffic, I couldn’t see if the bird survived.

The parking lot was full at Tucker Wildlife, which is at the bottom of Harding Truck Trail. I had to turn around and find a place back toward the mouth of the canyon. I had a little walk therefore to the trailhead. I was fine with that, just happy to be out there. When I’m out in the wilderness, I don’t have to feel. I just have to be. Of course, I can feel, if I struggle to hold onto anger or sadness, or whatever. But I find that the mountains is the easiest place for me to just exist and stay in the moment.

Anyway, it was a lovely day trudging up Harding Truck Trail. At 7.25 miles, where the road makes a giant you-turn, I turned back and ran back down to my truck. I found myself so totally zoned out, that I seemed to forget that I was running, though so very fatigued I was. At one point, I looked down and saw a that I was stepping right over a snake. That gave me a start, but in an instant I noticed that it was a harmless gopher snake. Such a cute thing. so dainty.

I love Harding Truck Trail. But it’s hard as hell. Smile

14.55 miles,  3,086’ gained

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Sunday, March 6, 2016

A Perfect Loop

I’ve been working many hours lately, and runs are stacking up without posts. Yikes. If I don’t write up my runs, they crowd my head. This is not good.  I get this overloaded feeling, like my mind is getting too full. (Reminiscent of David Bowie’s words: “My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare,” Winking smile).

In an attempt to lighten the load in my mind a bit, today’s entry goes back to Saturday, February 27 when I ran a perfect loop in Aliso/Wood Canyons. I call it perfect, not because I ran it perfectly, but because the topography of the route was perfect. It began on a slight down hill through Wood Canyon that lasted about three miles. The major climbing of the run came about a third of the way in. So, I had time to warm up some, and I didn’t have to climb back out at the end. Instead, the last three miles of the run entailed mainly rolling down hills along West Ridge where I spotted the gorgeous rattle snake pictured below. I had to sprint up to her to catch a series of pictures before she slithered off into the brush. After West Ridge, I ran a final descent down Cholla Trail which was sporadically lined with bright yellow prickly pear blooms. Spring is definitely in the air. The weather was on the warm side, but with a cool breeze, the skies were blue. Definitely a perfect loop.

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9.85 miles (16k) , 1,236’ (377 m) of elevation gained.

Route: Wood Canyon, Meadows Trail, Top of the World, West Ridge, Cholla Trail, Wood Canyon.