Sunday was a beautiful sunny day so after having a relaxing brunch with Rebecca for a much needed catch-up, I forced myself to go out for a hike. The AllTrails app is getting annoying to me, with its constant pop ups with the ‘option to buy. But I can still maneuver my way around it enough to look for new trails.
I found Glenwood Gardens only 20 minutes away, one which I had never heard of before. This park is hidden, tucked behind a McDonalds restaurant. Very obscure location, but surprisingly well kept.
There were three trail options interconnecting. I decided to try them all which was only a total of about 3 miles.
I was able to snap this shot on the AllTrails app to understand a bit of direction prior to hiking.
The entrance to the trails was impressive. Clean open restrooms also available.
At the start of the trail you could see the acreage ahead and the wetlands below. Currently dry.
Shadow shot. There were a few people out walking their dogs and older couples running. The trails themselves were all gravel and easy to follow.
This gazebo has some educational information on the variety of trees in the area.
I’m sure its beautiful in the summer or spring once its green.
I noticed right away the sounds of the birds. Along the paths were many bird houses. Most of the trees also were marked. I felt like this area was preserved and used for studies.
Snow was still in some places escaping the sun that was finally shining bright today.
I loved the coloration of this view with the prickly branches, snow, aqua water and red toned leaves all against that awesome blue sky.
This bridge took you to the Wetlands Trail, which was off the Garden Loop.
Not a whole lot to see, but occasionally I would stop to appreciate the combination of textures winter was showing off.
As I walked I discovered how much people scare me vs being alone. I occasionally stopped to let a man pass me only to be sure I wasn’t being followed. If I were alone, I would have no fear. It makes zero sense except that the world these days seems tilted in mental stability.
Plenty of benches on this trail, which made me think bird watching over the grounds was possibly a summertime activity in this park.
Was a quick hour hike over easy terrain. A good pick to get me going again. Winter months are always difficult. I look forward to my end of the month escape to Arizona. Should provide some interesting landscape along with some warmer spirit lifting weather.
The sun decided to make an appearance and we never quite know for how long that will be around here. So George and I made plans to go hiking Saturday to get outdoors and move our bodies a bit.
He picked the trail, a place I’d never been but only a 45 minute drive from his place. When we arrived the small parking lot was packed. I wondered if everyone had the same idea as us- but after finding a spot, we realized there was a trail race event going on.
Scott’s Gap Trail is a 3.3 mile loop considered moderate. Marked with orange ties to help the runners find their way.
On AllTrails you can review the route from an ariel view which I thought was pretty cool.
Most of the trails were one lane narrow paths which made it a bit difficult watching for runners coming up behind us. George was pretty good at looking back frequently and letting me know when to pull aside, but at one point in the middle of the loop I think we both were in our own zones of thought and I literally screamed out loud when a runner instantly appeared behind us.
We found out they were running a 31 mile trail race and on this part of the loop they were finishing up mile 20 something. I admired them. One runner commented that he tumbled down a hill at one point but there was only one way out so what choice did he have but to continue.
Reminds me of some other hikes I’ve been on where you really just want to find your car. Also made me remember Debbie volunteering to drag me out of the hike from hell since she knew I was too heavy for a piggy back ride. Honestly, what does one do if something should happen in the middle of a hike. Push those negative thoughts aside.
The dried fallen sticks and leaves mixed with the green moss and acorns covered the floor of most of this forest.
George snapped this photo once we reached the top of the first incline. It really was a pretty view from up there. I was exhausted and sweating just getting to this point. And we only just started.
My left knee was giving me some sharp pain on the inclines. George of course brought along his hiking sticks, which I always thought were for the elderly :) But he loaned them to me on the way up and what a difference they made! I had no idea how much pressure they took off your knees.
Once my body was warmed up, I passed them back to him. But good to know how they work. I honestly never understood them previously. Personally I don’t like having things in my hands, besides my cell phone.
George captured this photo of me looking down over the edge by this pregnant tree. I notice how goofy my camo jacket looked with my cool recycled leggings Sedona and Ki brought me back from Colorado. I put my hands on this tree’s growth.
Most of the woods was bare and bland contrasting beautifully with the blue skies. This was my first hike since October.
I did not dress right for the hike and took off my hoodie and tied it around my waist. Then kept taking on and off my coat and tying it also around my waist. Eventually my turtle neck scarf came up and alternated as a headband. I was not expecting the sun to create such heat so early in the year. Or maybe the inclines were giving me more of a workout than I figured I would be getting.
I teased later that next time, a first hike out, we should consider an easy route not moderate.
I made fun of George for bringing a back pack with water and snacks, since this was only a 3 mile hike. He said “let me do me”. And have to tell you, I was thankful for that water. Helps hanging around more intelligent hikers sometimes. Choose your partner wisely.
Most of the trails were along the top edges of the mountains. Falling down steeply on both sides.
I stopped frequently, to catch my breath, allowing George to wander ahead. Is a little embarrassing not being able to keep up, but then again, I never was one to push myself unless I had to.
A couple times I tried to snap a photo of the runners ahead of us to show the perspective in the woods. They all had water and some had hiking sticks as well. I wondered what they got from running so long in the woods. I suppose meeting a personal goal, certainly isn’t great for the body and no real money/reward at the end unless you’re great. When I mentioned this to George he said, there is never any reward for running. Made me think about why we do what we do.
After the hike we appropriately went to Noble Funk Brewery, where we were one year ago in February about this same time before I road tripped with Zoe across the country. Cheers to full circles and getting back out in the woods again.
Zoe gave me the idea of doing a bingo card for 2024- basically a grid of 5 rows and 5 column squares where we wrote what we wanted to accomplish this year. She said all of mine looked easy- but I liked setting achievable goals to what I wanted to do instead of pushing myself toward a goal I would give up on.
One of my squares was to hike 1 x per month. Here’s to one down and 11 to go.
The place we were staying at recommended Cafe Brio in Arcata for breakfast and they were not wrong. Expensive a bit, but well worth it. A great way for us to start our hiking day.
It was filled with a few tourists and college students. Last night at the cidery Zoe was asked if she went to the college there. We had no idea this was a college town. Guess Polytech is pulling in the crowds.
The breakfast spot was on the corner of the town square.
We drove around the square and then headed toward our first destination. We only determined where to go while eating breakfast= Wedding Rock.
We googled mapped our way to the trailhead. It was well marked and easy to follow.
The rocky coastline has my heart.
Was a bit chilly and overcast but still an amazing view.
We went up one side first and then headed down the other side to plant ourselves on the rocks.
When I hike inclines I am happy that I am still able. Makes me want to get out even more to explore while I still have my physical capabilities.
Looking down. Wishing I wasn’t afraid of heights.
Steps led down to the other side which revealed even better views.
The color combinations and sound were enough to make you realize what life is about. Sometimes when I hike at such beautiful places, I feel like I have been blessed to be witness to this.
Trying to stay warm and catch Zoe in my selfie as she climbed down.
If you look at the rocks to the left, it looks like a couple facing each other. Hence the name.
We sat here for quite awhile. Just sitting. Zoe videoing and using her old fashion digital camera.
We hiked another trail but it led to Mussel Rock which wasn’t as interesting. It was interesting that there were tsunami signs which reminded me of Thailand.
I snapped this photo as we exited so I could remember where we were.
We drove north and eventually were officially in the Redwoods National Park.
We pulled over at a beach which we could view from the trail we were just on.
The look of the sand was darkly colored and had a unique texture. Small shellfish carnage could be spotted everywhere.
Directly across the highway from this beach was a tiny community tucked away in the evergreens. Zoe kept feeling like she was in the Twilight movie.
I love travelling with someone who loves exploring and pit stopping to soak in a new view. We got back into our Big Blue SUV and set the map to Fern Canyon. I read great reviews of it on Tiktok, people claiming it as a “must see”.
The road to get there was super narrow and winding. Zoe was driving and I just looked out the window at the view instead of concerning myself if another car would come barreling our way.
This sign cracked me up.
I snapped a shot on Google maps upon arriving. Basically in the middle of nowhere and yet in the best place you could be surrounded by nature.
I mean seriously the history of nature. It must be fascinating to study.
Walking into the canyon you are surrounded by ferns.
Like a different sort of jungle.
Ferns lined the walls of the canyon as we puddle jumped our way deeper in.
Selfie. I stole her hat. I was thankful for the pullover Dale and Angela gave me one night when it got chilly on their back porch. It travelled all the way to Cali with me.
Zoe needs to invest in a pair of hiking boots, she wore her wool socks and tevas. But I understand other wardrobe choices would be her priority in LA with all the events she attends. I was happy her footwear sufficed.
Trying to recapture the moment from the tall trees. I even tried to jump and nearly peed my pants laughing. Zoe would show me my face’ which was in serious concentration to lift.
Another red mushroom. They are huge. Most we found were not whole like this one.
Other shrooms showing off softly among the sticky branches and cones.
With all the moisture in this area understandably it provided for the ferns and the fungi as well.
Elegant curves of a tree.
We hiked another trail after emerging from the canyon to the beach. It was one of the best spots we found. I could’ve sat there all day.
This beach was so long. And the pebbles sprinkled throughout could of kept me hunting for hours.
Again. Look at that! The clouds, the pines, the beach and water. God /The Creator is beyond our tiny human comprehension.
Love the combination with the grasses separating the woods and the sand.
We weren’t sure where to go to next. But decided to hike Prairie Trail, another recommendation from our Airbnb host in Arcata.
I snapped a photo of this upon arrival in case our phone maps no longer worked once we got inside the woods.
We saw you could hike to Fern Canyon from here – only 4.6 miles. But later when we saw the sign pointing to the direction to go, it came with huge warnings about not being easy and making sure you were equipped properly. Debbie and I could’ve used that warning in Yellow Springs.
The trail was perfect. Easy. Picturesque.
There were several streams and you could hear the running water as you hiked. Was wonderful.
Almost looks fake this shot. As if a painting.
Honestly dinosaur like roots.
Again getting up close to the giants.
Many had burn marks which we later read they had been hit by lightning. But it created such an added palette, their wounds.
I felt like I couldn’t capture the feeling and kept taking photos in hope of later remembering their presence.
It was about this point when I started to slow down.
You could literally camp inside the tree base.
The other trees in the forest were equally marvelous with their curly moss like branches and vivid yellow leaves. I wanted to be sure not to overlook them and their contribution.
The angles.
Inside looking out.
I wondered if kids felt the same awe as we did as an adult exploring here or if they always feel small so being surrounded by massive trees seemed the same.
One more time. Captured. I should do a collage of her fun jumps.
After we crossed the road it was just a little bit further to a documented tree. We decided it was worth it as we had already come this far.
It didn’t seem so big to me. But when I backed up to try to capture it with Zoe in front, it was like a skyscraper.
Thought this sign was cute.
Such a beautiful place to be.
Spotting a heart for Anne. She’s the one person who pointed out the hearts in nature. Always interesting what each person brings to your perspectives.
Often times you felt like you were in a movie and the trees set the mood.
It was like touching an elephant. The beauty and texture of the skin/bark.
As we exited the trail we again saw an Elk warning sign. I really wanted to see one. It’s sort of like the moose warning signs you see in Vermont, but you never see one.
We got back in the car and were getting hungry. Zoe found a small restaurant in Trinidad that served mashed potatoes in a waffle cone. So of course we aimed for that!
Along the way, I started screaming ” elk in the water, elk in the water”- and we spotted a elk finally in its natural habitat in a stream by the highway. Was really cool.
Zoe’s devoured cone.
After eating we drove around Trinidad a bit, there was a lighthouse which was a landmark. We found the beach and then decided to hike the Lighthouse Trail. Mind you, when we decided to hike this trail I imagined it to be very short and not steep. I was pooped from an already full day of activity.
The trail down to the beach.
We hiked up and were able to capture this view.
The sun was starting to set and it was a really beautiful hike.
Took you through a lot of covered trailways like this one.
It was an incline which my legs were no so happy with. But I knew this was our last night up here.
Acknowledging this colorful rock star standing out among the mud.
At the top of the trail was this cross with a lot of history which I did not take the time to read.
A view as we declined of the town of Trinidad below.
An amazing view of the pier.
Then we finally arrived back at ground level with the buoys.
On our way back to Arcata, we stopped at a Vista Point and were able to see a little bit of the sun set and a lot of seals in the alcove.
Those speckles along the shore are seals.
We breathed it in one last time. The scallops of the sand added to the lines in the sky.
Someone needs to write a book about the sun setting for kids. Like Goodnight Moon. But for the sun.
So true. It’s only when you get out of your car and hike do you really get up close to the beauty that surrounds us.
I wanted to get an early start Saturday morning to avoid any traffic in LA and to reach our first stop in time for a brunch break. I planned this road trip taking the advise of Rhonda Glenn (Nomini), who I did gymnastics with as a kid and now lives in the San Francisco area. She texted me so many ideas! I started google mapping them out and then looking up Airbnbs so we knew where we could rest our heads.
Our first stop was Pismo beach.
As we got closer, Zoe googled best brunch place and that is where we headed. When we got there about 10 am, there was a line out the door.
After brunch we walked down to the shoreline. It was a cute typical beach community. A lot of families on vacation.
They were having a clam bake off on the boadwalk.
We stopped to watch the waves and bit.
Was busy by the bake off. But not too much activity in the sand.
A very small community. We walked back to the car and picked up some amazing cinnamon rolls along the way. They were so good, we stopped on our way back to LA to pick up more 🙂
I read about Dinosaur Caves and it was only about 5 minutes up the road from Pismo. We pulled into the park and were amazed by the views.
The rocky shoreline was gorgeous.
Caves to explore.
We hiked down a trail that led us to several other viewpoints.
It smelled badly from the birds who made their home on the rocks. I wondered how I would feel if I was a millionaire and owned one of the beautiful homes in this small community but had to deal with the stink.
My attempt at a selfie.
What an amazing place to live. The sound of the water hitting the rocks was more peaceful than coming up along a sandy beach.
Picture perfect. The textures and colors. Then we noticed the fisherman and wondered how the got down there.
Then we found the staircase but decided not to take the time to go down. We had several more stops before reaching our overnight place of Pacific Grove. Looked like another cave below to explore if you dared.
Natural beauty she is.
I didn’t want to leave this place and wished we had the time to just sit for hours.
I kept noticing how the sea guls were unafraid and were quite the posers.
We took off and wandered through the mountains to reach another small beach called Avila.
Wasn’t much to see there.
Cute community.
We walked around a bit and then headed out.
Felt like we got a little flavor of how the beach towns differed.
Next stop was Morro Bay which I read had sea otters. I didn’t know much else. Zoe and I were quite surprised by the massive rock which looked literally like an alien hide out of some kind.
The Plymouth Rock of the Filipinos.
We parked and walked around. Was a gorgeous day!
Another poser. The man sat down in perfect timing of me taking this shot of the bird. I loved them together.
The sea otters were so cute to watch. They were tough to capture in photos. But they floated on their backs and were constantly playing with each other.
The rock was massive and tough to capture in photos.
I made Zoe go stand by the sign to try to give it perspective.
As you rounded to the backside of the rock, people had made a stacked rock playground of sorts.
Zoe put together a stack of her own and posed by her creation. Everyone was leaving their marks.
The waves were quite dangerously crashing up along the shore and I worried for the ignorance of tourists who were getting too close.
Stunning scenery.
I loved discovering this place. I would love to come back when time allowed.
Zoe mastered the selfie and tried to teach me. I’m still not the greatest but I love that she still believes I can learn.
Freckles coming out from the sun.
This bird found the perfect perch. On this side of the rock were many families picnicking on the beach and even some swimming.
We continued driving down a one lane highway through the gorgeous mountain scenery. I kept saying how I had no idea how beautiful this state was. Its absolutely majestic naturally.
The colors of the tan mountains against the bluest of skies.
I hadn’t seen landscape like this before and was desperately trying to capture it through my passenger side window.
Then there were the farms. Miles and miles. Occasionally we would spot crop pickers wearing their sun shade hats bending over with their baskets. As if we were back in time. I wondered how their bodies endured such hard labor in the sun.
At one point I think Zoe got tired of my oohing and awe-ing
The layers. Who is the artist here. How can we not respect the source.
We finally arrived out our Butterfly Hotel in Pacific Grove. It was an adorable motel.
Was about a mile out of the main down town area. So beautifully decorated and cared for.
I wished I had packed a swim suit. They had a sauna and hot tub. Would’ve been great after this days long drive.
The sun was beginning to set and we saw the coastline was only about a mile away so we walked to the beach instead of driving.
Again stunned by the beauty and the rocky shoreline.
The waves and their chaos along the rocks was mesmerizing.
I didnt know when not to take a photo. Every way I turned was landscape I wanted to remember.
We kept walking toward the bend in the coastline. We had originally planned to drive and hike at Big Sur along the way, but were both so glad we decided to get here instead.
I enjoyed watching Zoe appreciate it as much as I did. Its nice that the apple did not fall too far from the tree in regards to adventure and love of nature.
The lighthouse was closed but the view from the beach was perfect.
As the sun set, the clouds offered their part in the reflection.
The birds created their own addition as they flew across.
Was so worth it. We felt so fortunate to have caught it.
Such a perfect ending to the day.
I captured this older couple and then showed them the photo of their affection.
The sunset and the clouds. My new muse ever since Lake Waynoka.
Good day. Well done.
Walking back the sky turned pink as the sun went under.
Took on an entirely different hue.
You can’t make this shit up.
California has my heart.
I could see myself here one day. Or at least for a few months. Even if all I can afford is vanlife.
This was the view of the golf course as we left. Players still finishing their game. I wondered if they appreciated it as much as we did. I wondered if those that live here continue to see or if they simply expect. My wish is that I never stop appreciating the miracles in nature.
After waking up in the beautiful treehouse, we decided to explore the area before we took off again. Zoe was the one communicating with the owners of this Airbnb and confirmed there were hiking trails on the property.
The sun was doing its best to shine through which we took as an excellent sign after our rainy chilled day yesterday.
We had the trails all to ourselves.
It was nice to explore not knowing what views we would discover.
The sun peaking through the trees as if to tell us She knows we are there.
When there was a clearing we soon discovered we were on top of a mountain.
We had no idea since most of the drive was in the dark rain. It was amazing!
We saw intricate cobwebs throughout the hike. They are tough to capture but this one was perfect.
We also discovered red mushrooms and banana slugs.
Wasn’t too keen on the mountain lion warning sign, but I guess always good to be aware.
We had a long drive ahead with the goal of reaching our final destination of Arcata today. As we drove out of the farmer’s drive, we were chased by some dogs and squawked at loudly by the geese, but the cows in the road were the cutest.
We wondered if they would move when we got closer.
They did not. 🙂
The cows were beauties!
Loved the shaggy haired one.
I dropped a pin to remember our location. I was low on gas and headed to Bodega Bay to fuel up. We didn’t spend much time there, but it was an adorable little town. Gas pricing was not so adorable there 🙂
We were on country roads for quite some time. Passed a ton of wineries.
Zoe took the wheel while I again oohed and awed out the windows at the scenery.
i mean really? So gorg!
We started to hit the tall tree lined areas and felt covered in peace.
I kept leaning to take photos out the front windshield. It just didn’t seem to capture it.
I read that the drive up was worth it even if you didn’t stay to hike. I totally get that now. But couldn’t wait to get out and immerse myself in it.
Bucket list. Not that I actually have one, but this was for sure something I have always wanted to experience and so glad that I made it here.
So tall and majestic with their wisdom of what they have endured and witnessed.
We finally found a slight curbside place to pull over and we went straight into touch these trees! The smell of the forest is so fresh. Check out Zozo vs the giant.
This all was just along the drive called “The Avenue of the Giants”.
Nobody was around. Just us.
Remembering to look up.
I was inside the tree taking a photo out.
Then we both got in to take a selfie.
Zoe and I went our separate ways at times.
Perspective of who we are in this world. These trees are said to be thousands of years old. We are lucky to live to 80.
I loved watching Zoe look up and feel small.
Leaves on the forest floor were equally beautiful. I still have my same hiking boots from my first road trip two years back.
My perfect capture of the energy and moment felt.
We hiked a trail that had a lot of fallen trees which was interesting to see their girth and length.
Walking through a tree.
So cool!
Stats.
I ordered a free map prior to our trip of this area and kept losing it along the way. I finally smartened up and took a photo so I could see it later to determine our next move.
We exited the Avenue of the Giants and headed to a historic town called Ferndale.
Ferndale was ready for Halloween!
The main street took pride in its fun decor.
I walked into a small shop and instantly fell in love with these shoes and had to get them. I almost gave up until Zoe found this pair in my size in the display window.
Adorable shopping here. Highly recommend a stop if ever in this area.
A historic inn. Every small town needs one.
A beautiful bed and breakfast in a restored Victorian home.
Cute town.
We still had another hour to drive to reach Arcata. Immediately upon arrival at our Arcata Airbnb we googled and found a cidery just a couple blocks away. Sounded like a perfect end to our non stop day.
Great little set up which sells pies during the day.
Street sign benches.
Outdoor seating.
We both did tasters and then went back for more.
Baby A. How lucky am I to have her in Cali to give me the excuse to road trip there. I can’t believe I haven’t explored this coast sooner in life, but so glad she is.
We woke up early to start another full day of adventure. A bike tour was scheduled at Mad Dogs and Englishmen in Caramel by the Sea at 10:30 am. I got up and around and left the motel to check out the Monarch Sanctuary which was located on a small trail directly behind where we were staying.
Cute little sign leading to the trail.
Now I understood why our motel was named the Butterfly Garden Motel.
These spikey looking fuscia flowers caught my eye. A new plant I was unfamiliar with.
I was fortunate to have seen a man with a very long photo lense pointed up in this direction. He informed me these were the butterflies even though they appeared as tan leaves in the trees. He explained that they get their coloration from the sun. They were not quite “ready to fly yet.
I thought it was interesting but wished I could’ve been there a few weeks later when they were fluttering about. Would have been fascinating to see their flight.
When I got back to the motel Zoe was ready to go and we drove along the coastline on our way to Carmel by the Sea. It was overcast and looked like it was going to rain. We stopped by Sunset Beach where I parked parallel next to a van, blocking it in. An elderly woman jumped out of the van, with no teeth and asked how long I was planning to park there. I told her we were just taking a look and would only be a couple minutes. That satisfied her as she wasn’t planning on taking off until later that day. I saw my future in her van-life demeanor.
Loved that Zoe was wearing the overalls I made as part of my senior project in college.
I can see so much inspiration coming from this coastline.
Zoe taking it all in.
It was the perfect season to go. Seemed desolate. I wondered if it was always like this.
We only walked a little way before hitting privately owned property. We headed out and saw many surfers lining up to catch the turbulent waves. Would have been a fun day to watch them conquer today’s surf challenge.
We google mapped our way to a pretzel shop Rhonda raved about. It was an adorable bakery. We purchased a few pretzels along with breakfast and sat and watched the Sunday crowds.
There was a quote above this photo that basically said that if the founders of Carmel by the Sea returned they would not be able to afford it anymore and would be mistaken as vagrants. This was written in 1962 so you can only imagine now with the million dollar homes, the judgement that would be cast onto them. I loved the reminder and the fact they placed this on their historic walls. My understanding is this community was originally started by artists, who are never in it for the income, but simply following a passion.
Zoe found our bike tour on Airbnb but we soon took the conversation off their site and booked directly. Interesting how businesses use websites to help promote but don’t want to endure the fees when booking through them.
We were paired up with a group of 8 who all knew each other. As the tour progressed, we learned that they had all met on a vacation many years ago and get together at various locations every year since. I felt a little tension between some of the members and it was tough maneuvering our playful way amongst them.
Zoe and I at the beginning of the trip.
Our first stop was to a Hansel and Gretle house which explained the original historic architecture of this city. According to our tour guide, this couple was one of the first to settle here and the woman had a doll collection. Her husband designed and constructed their home to look suitable for the dolls. He became a popular architect and his style is seen throughout the town.
The Hansel and Gretle home is now a historic landmark. They upgraded the house behind it to be livable and up to current codes.
It started to rain and it was fun but cold. Reminded me of Phuket and driving my scooter in the rain. We stopped by the courthouse to hear how there was no take- out allowed in this city prior to Clint Eastwood becoming mayor and changing a few rules, allowing ice cream to be eaten on the streets and to- go coffee lawful.
Interesting to hear how long this city kept community and eating inside a restaurant a priority.
I would stop occasionally and snap a photo and then catch up with my group who was pedaling way to slow to my liking. This was another home from the same architect. Hugh Comstock was his name. Of course one of the members in our bike tour’s house was designed by him. I was starting to see the wealth we were surrounded by and now understood the dynamics better.
Even though it was pouring we all voted to go up to see the famous Pebble Beach Golf Course. People were playing in the rain. Figured they were probably equally frustrated that they booked their tee time on the one day it was cold and rainy. We were told it only rains during the evenings.
We had gone quite a distance. I was beginning to wonder when the tour was going to end. It was definitely a great way to see the city and learn about it, but I was getting bored with the pace and started to get chilly.
Went down by the shoreline to see the infamous Frank Lloyd Wright’s ship home. This was one thing I wanted to see.
Surprisingly I much preferred this “Butterfly House by Francis W.Wynkoop.
It fits perfectly into the landscape.
I wish I had time to walk on the beach but in general felt I didn’t quite belong here.
Then we peddled up to Mission Ranch where there was a restaurant overlooking the bay. I am sure it would be beautiful on a normally sunny clear day. But the view was limited with the mist and overcast storm clouds.
Last stop was at an old monastery.
It was peaceful and I can only imagine the history inside these walls.
This is a group shot of us by the shell mural. On the way back to the bike shop, one of the older ladies, who I suspected had slight dementia due to her coordination and inability to keep up- could not make it up a hill. The entire group rode on and I stayed back while Zoe got the tour guide to come back and help. None of the others knew how to directionally get back to the bike shop, and were stopped debating. I said I knew, but they started arguing, so I just pedaled ahead and at this point didn’t really care if they believed me or followed me. I got there. Eventually they did too.
Zoe and I drenched by the end of the tour. Had to change my pants in the back seat of the car in the parking lot. That was challenging.
In dry clothes we walked around a bit and shopped. I spent 40$ on a baseball hat to hide my wet helmet hair.
I started appreciating the thatched roofs and curved architecture I learned about.
And hearing how you should always wander down the alleyways.
The stone walls were so beautiful.
We decided to grab lunch before taking off toward Bodega Bay where our treehouse was located. Good thing we did, because there wasn’t much to get along the way.
More of those gorgeous tan mountains.
With occasional green broccoli like trees.
It was raining just enough to not be able to see and have your wipers on. The sun set quickly and next thing you knew I was driving down one lane windy country roads with no street lights or road lines. My stress level was sky rocketing. I was thankful the google maps was still working.
After going through three password gates and up a gravel road, we waited for the farmer to meet us. He then drove his truck down a narrower path over a creek and eventually to the treehouse. It was dark, wet and slippery. I just wanted to get inside.
He asked if we had a light, we admitted possibly not being properly prepared. We may not be cut out for this rustic stay. Inside there was no fridge or wifi, but remarkedly a shower and toilet. The kind accented host showed us a lantern we could use and how to use the electric heater.
We got into our warm jammies and sipped on the ciders and beers we packed while nibbling on the extra pretzels we bought earlier. Beer and pretzels- dinner of champions. We got under the covers and Zoe started reading a book she brought along. She read it out loud for my entertainment and I have to admit it was such a beautiful moment. Being read to. By a child I used to read to every night. I feel asleep to the words of her murder mystery.
The next morning was damp but the sun was coming through. I took a few photos to remember the place by.
It was so well done and such a fun stop along the way.
The tiny corner sink.
The spiral staircase up.
The view as you woke up in bed.
Zoe waving to me below. A memory for sure. One of many we are creating on this trip.
This was the quote we put onto the pint glasses we handed out at my mom’s celebration of life. Feel appropriate here as I continue to create road trip memories with my daughter.
I decided to go back and revisit part of the trail that Debbie and I drudged our way through at the end of 6 miles. I knew it was a place I wanted more time to absorb, so I convinced Zoe to go up with me one weekend before she headed back to LA.
We first stopped for breakfast at the Historic Clifton Mill restaurant. We arrived just in time before the line started forming. Then we headed to the trailhead while the humidity was still behaving.
Felt totally different entering fully energized and hydrated.
Immediately we heard the river.
I stopped to admire this beautiful tree who I don’t recall noticing before. Love how trees have character. I am making plans to go to the see the Redwoods this fall with Zoe which I am sure will put this beauty to shame. I am certain I will be forever changed after the Redwoods forest bath. But always good to give admiration to the trees around us.
Noticed these adorable red fungi in a tree. Just doing their part to add a little spunk to the green landscape.
Looking down at the calm area of the gorge, where the river has gone through its tumultuous part of and ended up at peace. A great reminder of life. Watching rivers has so much wisdom to share.
Loving the mossy ferns just dripping off the rock’s edge.
Zoe ran ahead and I made her pose to capture the true perspective of the limestone rock wall surrounding us.
Now I remember capturing this view before and was again stopped by its complex structure.
There is a bit of history about this rock stating it is billions of years old.
The manner in which the sun was coming in made the river glow in its light.
A crevice in the rocks.
Zoe and I found a place where there was a trail down to the river’s edge and we hiked down to feel the coldness of the water.
Selfie moment.
When we got to this point we went up on the bridge for a bit and then went back the way we came in. There were more people on the trail as the morning progressed. I like hiking early in solitude. There are benefits to getting your butt out of bed early.
It was a great couple hour hike. Perfect for me. A great way to start off our Saturday.
Fast forward a week later Kang Kang and I planned to meet up at a location in between Columbus and Cincinnati to do a hike. As much as I prefer not to hike the same trail twice, (now three times) this one was worth showing her. I thought the landscape was a great option in Ohio, and the drive split perfectly each way.
We got started at the trailhead at 9 am with plans to grab lunch in Yellow Springs afterwards.
Captured in a rainbow, a great sign.
Check out how the white barked tree is literally coming out from the rock and curving up to the sky.
Zoe and I saw this same blue heron when we hiked but now he was on our side of the river. Kang Kang was able to photograph him with a closer view and her better Iphone camera.
She looked like she was riding an imaginary dragon on this tree.
It was great catching up again with her. It’d been too long and we had much needed depth in our heartfelt conversations as we hiked along the trail. Nature has an awesome way of keeping you honest.
Only 15 minutes away was Yellow Springs. The wait for the cafe was an hour. So we walked the small town and shopped a bit taking in the art and unique glass and pottery stores. I couldn’t resist another patchwork reversible wrap skirt. My pocket book needs to stay out of this town 🙂
Capturing the sidewalks of this place. It was quite crowded which I was happy to see. People out enjoying its unique open minded, creative environment in the middle of the countryside. A hidden gem.
I found the below quote and couldn’t resist sharing. It spoke to me.
I don’t even know where to begin to explain this journey. It was a doozey.
Debbie and I try to hike together a couple times a year and this summer with our schedules, we were struggling to find a date on our calendars that would work. We decided on a Friday, which was perfectly timed with my intense need to have a day off from my remote full- time gig.
We tossed around a few trail ideas located in between her house and mine and decide to meet up in Yellow Springs, Ohio. This trail was 11 miles and I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect from it.
Debbie told her friend about this trail and her friend was pessimistic about us accomplishing it. That motivated her even more. I forgot how competitive Debbie is.
We met at 10:00 am and it was an overcast cool morning. We debated about whether we needed water and stupidly decided not to bring any along. (lesson #1- always bring water on a hike longer than a couple miles!)
Debbie had a nutritious chocolate donut and Diet Coke on her drive in while I ate the equally smart breakfast choice of leftover BBQ pizza from the night before. Neither of us were properly prepared physically, mentally or emotionally for the challenges that lay ahead.
We started off at the welcome center, grabbing a map and talking to the very enthusiastic workers who told us we could see an authentic beaver dam that was not on the map. We felt ‘clued in’ and headed that way immediately.
Debbie wasn’t impressed. While I explained how a tiny animal dragged each stick through the water to create this. She snapped a photo to entertain me.
We continued along the trail by the water. It was so cute seeing the ducklings following their mama in the pond. Reminded me of a tarot card reader who told me “my ducks were in a row”.
We followed this solo hiker for a bit and enjoyed the ever changing scenery we encountered.
The walkways were clear on this overcast weekday with very few hikers seen.
We found our first of many “waterfalls” and I made Debbie pose.
The next waterfall was the actual Yellow Springs which the city is named after. I wanted to take a drink but Debbie warned me of dysentery. Made me wonder how in the heck settlers, back in the day, survived. My friend Kevin later told me that if he is ever going on a long hike he always take a water filter in case he needs it. Smart man. Debbie and I didn’t even pack water. Guess which one of us has a Ph.D.
The landscape, after the initial sight seeing loop, changed to tall tree lined trails.
Then somehow we ended up at another waterfall. Debbie made me take out the map which had numbered stopping points and asked me which number we were on. It became a running joke as we walked- trying to figure out which # we were at.
Selfie by the water. We actually had to wait our turn to get into this spot. There were quite a few hikers down in this area.
Looking down at the tiny waterfall as we crossed over top.
There were many run off streams along the way.
We talked to a couple with walking sticks who wanted to share their knowledge of the area and how three nature preserves came together in this location. Debbie and I were set to see them all. As we wandered down narrower trails, I took a glance at the map only to find ourselves off the beaten path in the pine tree forest area.
Always taking a detour. At this point still optimistic and feeling good about taking the route through the pines.
We saw some crazy artistic vines.
Debbie captured me breathing in this tree.
Felt like we were on an adventure. Little did we know, this one was like no other we had been on before.
We crossed an open field which was odd. We walked away from it several times thinking it had to be the wrong way. But the map said to continue forward. So we did.
Again the landscape changed and felt unchartered.
Debbie started pointing out the wildflowers as most of our landscape was strickly green.
I snapped a few photos to witness them in hopes they felt my admiration.
We thought we had to be in the wrong place as this was marked as a monument. Not a number on our map but some sort of landmark nonetheless. Quite overgrown.
We made our way through the weeds on a small single line trail hoping we were still headed in the right direction. At this point we had walked about 2 hours and were getting a little tired. Didn’t want to take too many steps off our planned pathway destination.
We saw this sign and were confirmed we were headed in the right direction. Entering park #2.
Wakways were getting tricky.
Pathways continued to get narrower.
We came across a river and followed along for a bit. Loved how the roots were natural steps. There’s no shuffling your feet on this walk. Legs were getting a full work out.
I learned recently, through the forever unreliable news source of Instagram, that the root system of trees is actually not very deep but generally more wide and long and this is how trees such as these, can hang onto the edge like they do sometimes.
Its amazing the natural shapes and textures you get on a hike in the woods.
We were walking along the shore, seeing a lot of snake holes. Wasn’t sure if it was the right path, and after about 5 minutes this trail dead ended so we turned around.
Had beautiful viewpoints which we still appreciated. As we walked along the river we spotted a couple of folks in hammocks just hanging out reading a book and relaxing on this cool Friday. Goals.
By now I am dying of thirst, parched! Debbie was getting a little shaky and joked about possibly passing out. ( Lesson #2 always pack a snack! ) I checked our location and we were in between the city of Yellow Springs and Clifton. We decided to keep heading to Clifton where there was a small restaurant which was a must at this point.
Check out this tree dangling gracefully over the edge.
We kept walking but our spirits were dwindling. We had to get to the restaurant before they closed at 3pm.
Then we entered our 3rd Reserve. The battery on my phone was dying. It wasn’t looking hopeful for us as Debbie’s phone couldn’t pull up any signals. (I have AT&T and she has Verizon- just sayin)
I posed inside this rock cave just to stop walking for a second 🙂
In the Clifton Gorge area the river was roaring!
It was much busier than the other parts of the journey.
I kept saying I wish I wasn’t dying of thirst and on a mission to reach a said destination by a certain time so I could actually enjoy this amazing view.
Many more large limestone rock formations and waterfalls. But not a # on the map. We were officially off the map.
Well- kept walkways. A lot of tourists, elderly and families.
Debbie and I always have a joke when we see red berries on walks. Christmas in June.
I want to go back and just walk this part of the trail again when my energy is renewed.
It’s a natural beauty in Ohio. Can’t believe I’d never been here before.
You can imagine the sound of its continual rush downstream.
I wasn’t honestly absorbing the joy I usually feel because of our desperation. The good news is we surfaced to the street level in the town of Clifton at 2:15 ish and made it to the restaurant. I literally downed 2 glasses of lemon-aide (the server probably thought I was on drugs) and two glasses of water. My phone was at 10% and I knew we weren’t going to be able to make it back without a map. (Lesson#3- always bring a charger.)
I asked the server if they happened to have an IPhone charger and she was reluctant but said there was one in the office. She took my phone back to charge for me. Thank God for small favors and kind people.
At this point we had been hiking for 4 hours and about 6 miles. I realized I would never be able to do the 9 mile hike a day on The Camino de Santiagopilgrimage trail I was invited to. Good thing I passed that opportunity up. May have done more harm than good.
Debbie tried to see if there was a shorter way back. All routes were going to take 2 -3 hours walking and there were no back roads- just highway country roads without sidewalks. So we opted to return through the woods with hopes of never getting off route.
We walked along the opposite side of the river for a different view.
There were a lot more rocks to climb and explore should there had been time or energy. Debbie actually did climb up one as I waited behind. At one point she asked if she was going to have to carry me out. I laughed at the thought of it. She agreed it would be more like dragging me out. I mean I have put on the lbs.
It was pretty and the weather honestly could not have been easier on us.
We kept seeing small trickles of water over rocks and asked if there was a number on the map for this waterfall.
We crossed back over the river and were exiting the Clifton Gorge area. This is where we got lost before and were determined to make it out this time.
I took a snap shot of where were were on the map since my battery was again getting low. There were a lot more turns ahead. I was starting to get anxious.
Debbie was ahead of me most of the way back. I was slowing down.
Another good sign. We made it to the last reserve. We still debated about whether or not we would make it out before the sun set.
There was that darn field again. We crossed it only to realize we needed to turn left instead this time. Grrrrrrrr.
You can imagine what Debbie said when we entered this area 🙂 But we kept walking. (Lesson #5 always wear long pants just in case you encounter a trail like this.)
Another baby waterfall. Oh how we tried hard to uplift our spirits and find something to laugh at along the way.
At one point on this trail it led us to a guardrail and we literally had to climb over it, cross the stream via the road and then jump the guardrail on the other side to then get back onto the trail. When you are tired, trying to cross a metal edge without injury at our height was a hoot. I literally got my hips stuck in between two posts and couldn’t stop laughing.
The last few hours we barely spoke. I think we both were just seriously concentrating on our steps and making it out. We got passed by an energetic young couple, we both wondered where the heck they came from. They left us in the dust which was good because I was growing weary of hearing about their youthful dreams and issues.
Why do humans want to deface nature?
The last hour was not very scenic.
When we passed this rock I heard voices above. I checked my map one more time and we needed to go back through.
We found the steps and made it up.
We did it!!! I made her take another selfie.
Debbie recorded the hike and sent me this snap. We ended up doing 13 miles! I felt a sense of accomplishment mixed with stupidity. When I got into my car, my phone battery was literally at 1%. I’m not sure if it had died when we would have figured out where to exit. But it didn’t die. And we did get out.
Seeing Chagrin Falls inspired me to find a hiking trail before I left the Cleveland area. I googled other waterfalls that would be along my drive home and when I saw the name Twin Sister Falls, I knew this was the hike for me.
I googled mapped my way there since AllTrails didn’t have this listed. (I now know why) The Aussie accented directions took me to a house near a farm. I zoomed into the map and could see the falls was located close by but was I supposed to walk through someone’s property? I drove up and down that street trying to find an access point with zero luck. I gave up.
Going back to the trust of AllTrails app I found a trail very close by and decided to hike it instead. It was a fairly busy trail for bikes and birdwatchers. It was fun being out there early in the morning. When I saw the group of birdwatchers, I figured that would be me in the future. Less hiking, more watching.
Arriving the trailhead was right next to an old train station. George and I had heard about the train rides through the Cuyahoga National Park when we visited last year.
It now housed a sparkling clean bathroom which was much appreciated.
I followed the path over the river.
View of the bridge that I drove over to get me here.
This was a happy family trail. Perfect for a Sunday morning.
I saw a blue heron in the swampy area.
Wonderful wildflowers added some color to the green.
A beautiful mallard duck just chilling alone.
Cute lily pads with frogs jumping off as you walked by.
Looking up. Appreciating the trees that offer us shade along the way.
Always love a good shroom spotting.
A sea of green ferns which give off magnificent coolness.
I veered off the paved path and took a narrower shaded route after I turned around. I stopped to google map to see my location and realized I was close to the waterfall.
Was I up for an adventure alone? I was still low energy and felt somewhat incapable of handling it.
I kept looking for inspiration. This tree captured my attention.
On the maps, if I walked directly this way, I would reach the falls. I hesitated because not a soul was going this way. Definitely a path less taken.
Then I asked myself, if I were in Phuket, would I go? The answer was always “yes”. Why there did I feel fearless and empowered? Yet in my own country, I worry about being found in the woods’. I think being naive to Thailand helped me to adventure more. Like I didn’t know any better. I never heard of murders or crime. It felt so safe. Honestly probably wasn’t but I loved that feeling- so I embraced it and hiked on.
The trail was not obvious.
I found this little guy along the way.
Surrounded by tall trees and hills. I kept close to the water.
Was loving this hike alone. I jumped, ducked, climbed and walked through the water to keep going.
It was raw. I did find one footprint in the mud which was encouraging.
It was fun hearing the toads hop into the water all along the way.
I stopped to wonder who would’ve done this with me without constantly doubting the direction. I concluded my daughters and Debbie. Anyone else would question my judgement.
I arrived to a lackluster waterfall but looking up had a very cool view. Like I was in a bowl.
I attempted a panoramic view shot from my feet up to the curved falls. Not a success.
I snapped this google shot showing where I left the path and ventured through the woods to reach my original sought out destination. Funny how it all ended up working out.
I took this photo because I saw the heart shaped stone and thought of my friend Anne who pointed out hearts in nature.
Nature is so fascinating. I know I could never survive long in it, but I truly feel connected when I’m surround by it.
Walking back to the car I took one last look at the overpass. So happy I found this adventure.
I put a date on my calendar to drive up to Cleveland to see an old friend of mine from back in my New York City days. Literally just wanted to get up there to give her a hug since she had been through so much at the end of last year. It was heartbreaking to see the toll her challenges had taken on her body yet so uplifting being able to spend quality one-on-one time and reminisce about our ‘glory days’.
The stories we exchanged about being young Ohioans literally packing up and leaving for the big city to see if we could ‘make it there‘ as they say. I often wonder why people’s paths cross in life. Who gets to play a role in who you become and why. May was definitely one of those defining people who entered my world during the start of our careers and continues to inspire and leave the kindest marks on my heart.
We drove over to a small village for a bit of fresh air. I had never been to Chagrin Falls before and it was such a treat. This village was named after the Native American meaning “clear waters”. May knows I love waterfalls and I was due. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been out.
I took this photo which truly captures the quaint experience you get when coming here.
May also dragged me into some amazing boutiques along Main Street. She mentioned that when she was the Director of Fashion at the University, she brought her students here to get inspired and see what unique design is about. One of her students recently opened their own shop. You never know how you can redirect someone in a positive way just by being your true self.
This waterfall is literally part of the town. Beautifully kept with easy access. Not overwhelmed by tourists.
There were restaurants built along the river with this view. Such a romantic place for couples.
Selfie moment.
Across the street, we wandered along a brick pathway which followed the river. It led to a playground.
May mentioned taking her son to that playground years ago. Our kids are growing up so fast and looking back on when they were little ones is so special.
I am officially an empty nester now. Sedona moved out into her own apartment and it creates such a different energy as a parent. Another level to the relationship, a healthy and beautiful step. As she and Zoe were cleaning out they came across an old digital camera we had. I’m sad sometimes that I didn’t have the opportunity to raise my kids during the time of easy access photos and videos. We had to have the full video equipment if you recall.
When they looked through the past photos that were taken and still alive on the camera, they found some old videos of themselves as kids, probably around 8 years old, filming each other and play acting. It literally melted my heart.
Appreciated the landscaping.
The hanging flower baskets on a gas light is so classic small town Ohio. Always remember to look up and appreciate where you are from.
The ducks and Canadian geese lined up on the opposite side. So cute how they all hung out together along the edge.
I finally feel awake after such a long funk. Getting back to blogging and recapping is such a joy and I’m happy to feel energized to do it again. Doctor changed a prescription, which did not say it had side effects of depression, but dang, I was definitely in it. Love this quote below which captures both my time with May and my memories of my twins as kids.
Tonya Takes Thailand 