Showing posts with label Marin County. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marin County. Show all posts

Monday, December 21, 2020

Firtop / Alamere Falls

DATE: Monday, December 21, 2020
DISTANCE: 27.68km / 17.2 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 935m / 3068’
TIME TAKEN: 8:48
SUMMIT: Firtop: 404m / 1324’
POINT REYES NATIONAL SEASHORE
PHILLIP BURTON WILDERNESS
MARIN COUNTY, CA
SOUNDTRACK: Mythic: Winter Solstice

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FULL HIKE DESCRIPTION COMING SOON!


Monday, August 31, 2020

Slacker Hill

DATE: August 31, 2020
DISTANCE: 7.47km / 4.64 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 305m / 1001’
TIME TAKEN: 2:54
GOLDEN GATE NATIONAL RECREATION AREA
MARIN COUNTY, CA

SOUNDTRACK: Motorgoat: Satanic Slacker


SUMMITS
Slacker Hill: 286m / 937’
• Slack Hill South Peak: 283m / 929'

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...
Continued

Still at Kirby Cove, Fern, Greg, Amber and I took a little hike out of camp, this time to the east, through disused battery cannon structures. Fern and Greg turned back, and this time, Amber stuck with me, for my goal of another famous Marin Headlands height, from which, just like yesterday, I would see no views whatsoever, due to the thick late August fog. At least it thinned the crowds. We walked around on the trails and such to the “official” Slacker Hill, and then i paid a quick visit to the actual summit that said “No Public Access.” Oh Well! Then it was back down to enjoy the campsite, it is the best after all, so we might as well enjoy it, and take some Deathgrave band photos in the weird old bunkers. Fern, Greg and Andre stayed another night there, whilst Amber and I took off. During the past few days, although most of California had been enveloped in horrible smoke, it seems like the ocean winds and the fog had thankfully kept it at bay at Kirby Cove.

FURTHER READING
• Bay Area Hiker:
Short and sweet!
• Slacker Hill on PEAKBAGGER





Sunday, August 30, 2020

Hawk Hill

DATE: Sunday, August 30, 2020
DISTANCE: 3.49km / 2.17 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 263m / 862 ft.
TIME TAKEN: 1:43
SUMMIT: Hawk Hill: 280m / 920’
GOLDEN GATE NATIONAL RECREATION AREA
MARIN COUNTY, CA
SOUNDTRACK: Hightower: Wizard Hawk

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Hawk Hill is one of the famous, classic viewing points of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco, seen in a million postcards and amateur photographs alike. I would have no photographs of the Golden Gate, amateur or otherwise today, nor any view whatsoever, but I would go to the top just the same.

With hiking in the Bay Area, or even the rest of northern California, at a standstill, due to rampant wildfires and smoke filled air, I guess I was mostly staying indoors, after painfully cancelling a trip to Tower Peak and Yosemite. No job, no rock and roll stuff, and now, no hikes. Boo hoo. But Fern and Greg had campsites booked already, months in advance, and goddamn if they weren’t gonna use them. And this was no ordinary campsite, it was site number one at Kirby Cove, arguably the best campsite in the whole Bay Area. So Amber brought Andre from San Jose, grabbed me from Oakland, and we were off to the shores of Marin County. We had the whole Deathgrave Band assembled, plus one. After the crew was mustered, and some lunch was had up, we all decided to go for a walk, up the trails that led out of the west side of the campground. There was a crew of “influencers” walking on a tightrope that had been suspended across a deep ravine. Everyone besides me and Greg bailed on the hike almost immediately, because the trail was steep, and they weren’t wearing proper shoes, or something. 

Greg and I followed an unofficial trail up along the bluffs, through the trees, and up a ridge toward the road, getting into the fog layer almost immediately, and never leaving it. We crossed the road, went through an old military tunnel, and then up trails on the other side to the top of Hawk Hill. That, sight of the most famous view, and I saw nothing but fog. We climbed upon some weird, old structure, and heard a strange hum in the air, probably from the wind vibrating the old missile bunker structure somehow. Greg was fascinated by the frequency, of course, being a master sound engineer. Having exhausted the possibilities of the fog-bound Hawk Hill rather quickly, we retraced our steps back down and rejoined the others at the camp, where we participated in the earthly delights of dinner, drink, and music, and the forlorn cries of the foghorns on the bay.

...Continued: The next day, Slacker Hill!

FURTHER READING
•Bay Area Hiker: Hiking and birdwatching
•Weekend Sherpa: A Sunset on Hawk
•Hawk Hill on SUMMITPOST and PEAKBAGGER



Monday, February 17, 2020

Marin Headlands

DATE: Monday, February 17, 2020
DISTANCE: 5.31 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 1044 ft.

ELEVATION LOSS: 765 ft.
TIME TAKEN: 2:51 hours
GOLDEN GATE NRA
MARIN COUNTY, CA


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Add this to list of places I can't believe I've never been to before, in twenty years of living in the Bay Area! I suppose I always avoided the Marin Headlands because it's choked with tourists year round. But the winds blew me here today, and it was a nice leisurely walk on an unseasonably warm February afternoon. Even though it was a Monday, people were out in droves. It's one of the most picturesque and most photographed locations in the world. I'd driven over the Golden Gate Bridge many times, but never walked on it, so that was accomplished. Then some explorations of the various battery stations and a descent to the very picturesque Kirby Cove. Anyway, I won't write too much this time. The pictures speak for themselves.

FURTHER READING
• 10 Adventures
• Hiking Project
• The Outbound

Looking west to infinity

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Alamere Falls

DATE: Sunday, January 26 2020
DISTANCE: 9.34 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 1408 ft.
TIME TAKEN: 4:55 hours

PHILLIP BURTON WILDERNESS
MARIN COUNTY, CA











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Alamere Falls: January 26, 2020


Marin County's Alamere Falls is a spectacular waterfall known for cascading down a 30 foot cliff directly onto the beach. It's very popular, blown up on social media, and probably over visited. I could have done it a favor by never visiting at all, but I'm a white American male, and I feel entitled to my piece of EVERYTHING! RIGHT? Errr….. OK, what I  really AM is an enthusiastic waterfall seeker, and this venture has been at the top of my list for quite some time. My brother Alex told me he had Sunday set aside for Alamere, so I penciled it in. I ended up not having to work, so Saturday night I refrained from going to the thrash metal show at Eli's Mile High Club, and just stayed up super late at home instead. At least I didn't get wasted. After about 3.5 hours sleep, I got up at 5AM, got my supplies together, and met up with Alex at his house. He had just bought a Honda Civic, so we were going to save a ton gas and drive THAT to the trailhead instead of my giant van. Accompanied by Alex's co-worker Marisol, we were off by about 6:30.


Tree tunnel
We slipped effortlessly through the dreamy, pre-dawn darkness of the Bay Area. Murky fog, forests, cliffs and suburban homes lurked in the mysterious haze. We were on the trail just before 8AM, with three other cars in the parking lot. Refreshed by an overnight rain, the environment was exceedingly lush, verdant, bursting with life. The muddy trail weaved around forested hillsides, over creeks on footbridges, and back out to some coastal cliffs at one point. Our only company was the the occasional pack of trail runners. ("Does anybody just HIKE anymore?") The damp woods had a mystical sylvan vibe that was enhanced by the presence of many fresh patches of giant mushrooms, many shapes and colors, few which I could name, except the famous Amanita Muscaria. Pink earthworms littered the trail, sparrow and quail darted about, and newts scurried to and fro, nature's ensemble at play.

The coastal trail passes by a few small, unnamed ponds, and then two larger ones, Bass Lake and Pelican Lake. Just past Pelican Lake is the left turn which leads you to the "unofficial" Alamere Falls trail. Even though there is a conspicuous arrow made of rocks that points to it, I walked right past ( I though maybe it was the trail to Double Point or something.) When I got to another footbridge, crossing Alamere Creek, I knew I had gone too far. I turned to Alex and Marisol and said, "Fuck, I think it was actually the arrow back there." So we went back and followed it into the bush. Like I said it's not an official trail, but it's the one that everyone uses to get to the falls. Read HERE why they don't want you to go this way.

A bridge too far
The trail opened up into some brushy meadows and rolling hills, and soon we were atop the muddy chutes that lead down to the waterfall area. This is one of the "dangerous" areas that the park service would like people to avoid. Here you could see Alamere Creek begin it's plunge into a small canyon down to the beach in a series of cascades. Down the chutes, and were atop a brief coastal shelf, which the creek spills across, towards it's final 30 foot plunge over the edge. We had come as early as we could so that the tide would not be high, but the low tides of the day were before sunrise, and after sunset, so when we got there, about 10AM, even medium tide was already too high to walk onto the beach and look UP at the falls, so we had to settle for looking down it. Alex and I had a look at the other "dangerous" part, the chute that leads down to the beach, which is where you could go to look up at the falls if the tide was low enough. It was barely class 3, but slippery from sea spray. I can see it being a little dangerous for an inexperienced climber or drunk teenager.

Pelican Lake
We enjoyed our lunch on the bluff by the falls, and watched as groups of hikers came and went, with more frequency as the hour grew later. Alex couldn't resist taking a bath in the frigid cataract, and I explored what there was of the falls, up into the picturesque rocky middle section. On the way back out, I was looking for the trail up to Double Point, so I could bag a summit, but found what looked like nothing but a nasty bushwhack. I decided to let this one go. We returned to car the same way that we had come, with many MANY hikers now heading for the falls. Puffing and sweating and asking us "is it much farther?" Passing back by the coastal bluffs, I heard an unnatural sound, and soon a red helicopter flew into view. Was someone getting airlifted out after getting injured on one of the dangerous sections? Just after, I returned into cell service range, and I got a notification from BBC news that Kobe Bryant had been killed in a helicopter crash. Weird timing. As expected, the parking lot was absolutely PACKED when we got back. On the return home, I suffered out the waning days of my Beer Free January in a brewery in San Rafael while the others imbibed upon the seemingly delicious local offerings. In summation, Alamere Falls is a magical place, and a spectacular hike to a spot that is probably going to be loved to death.

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Alamere Falls: January 26, 2020

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Mount Tamalpais East Peak

Looking up towards the East summit
DATE: Saturday, May 11, 2019
DISTANCE: 10.6 miles
ELEVATION GAIN: 2400 fee
TIME: 5.5 hours
SUMMIT: 2572 ft.  
MOUNT TAMALPAIS STATE PARK
MARIN COUNTY, CA 
SOUNDTRACK: Deathrow: Hell's Ascent

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To get a sense of it's scale, I wanted to approach Mount Tamalpais from a point near the bottom, and go up what looked to be the steepest part, the Eastern ridge. There are plenty of trailheads farther up, with easy driving access, and shit, you can drive all most all the way up to the top if you want(!), but I'm not here to do things the easy way. I picked the Piedmont Trailhead, near Larkspur as my jumping off point, and parked the van in a dainty residential neighborhood. Fumbling around at 6:40 AM in the foggy semi darkness, I veered off the Piedmont trail, because I didn't want to go into what looked like someone's driveway, and took an unintentional turn up into the Blithedale Ridge Open Space, a unplanned, non linear detour down Southern Marin Fire Line Road and Huckleberry Trail.

Flowers along the trail
Soon enough, I was heading due Northwest again on various fire roads, until I veered onto a trail off of Indian Fire Road. This pretty much went straight up the steepest part of the Eastern Ridge on what was at times a partly overgrown trail, and at others, a steep rocky drainage ditch. It was a relentless, knee killing climb, at it was somewhere along here that I got above the layer of clouds, and was looking down at a sea of silvery white, with only Mount Diablo poking through in the Eastern distance. Finally got to the paved loop around the top, and heard the voices of fellow hikers, of which there had been very few up until that point. (A few doggers and jog walkers in the lower regions)


The welcoming watchtower
I quickly went to the top, past the gravity train barn and right up to the sealed shut, locked up Mount Tam Lookout tower. Clouds blanketed the the Earth as far as I could see, with only a few peaks in Marin, the North Bay, and the aforementioned Diablo poking above. To the West, the Tam ridge descended into coastal fog. I quickly dropped down the verdant Fern Canyon trail, which had some nice little waterfalls, around the South side of the mountain on Old Railroad Grade road, and on to Hoo-Koo-E-Koo road, back to the crossroads on the East side where I had been before. Not wanting return the way I had come, back over the unnecessary climb of Blithedale and Corte Madera Ridge, I veered down into Baltimore Canyon on Hoo-Koo-E-Koo trail. A heavily forested switchback path led me to Dawn Falls, which was already down to a mere trickle. I mean I've never seen it before, but based on the rock shelf it pours over, I assume it must be much bigger sometimes. Dawn falls trail heading East along Larkspur Creek, to eventually conjoin with the Piedmont Trail.


Going down Fern Canyon
Past Dawn falls is where the crowds of norm dog hiker families started to get thick, and I was forced to remember that it was a Saturday in a very populated area. "Do you know what poison oak looks like?" "No, i think Grandpa does." "Do you know what it looks like, Grandpa?" Grandpa just smiles and nods. (Grandpa, internal dialog "please kill me now.") A the end of the journey, going out the way I had intended to come in, I was finally able to see where I'd gone wrong at the start, because the Piedmont Trail goes right past some houses, and there are a couple of cars parked on it, that make it LOOK like someone's driveway.

The ass kicking journey