Stinson Beach to Tomales Point Fastpack Yo-Yo

Santa Cruz Mountains made sense to me, it was my backyard.  High Sierras made sense to me, it is majestic.  So where could we go next?  I looked at google maps near my house in Sunnyvale, California, and tried to spot the the parks that might be suitable for a hundred mile plus fastpacking adventure.  Henry Coe looked promising, but this time of year it can be hard to come across water.  But, but, when I looked north, on the other side of the golden gate bridge, I saw this massive expanse of parks from the headlands all the way north to a place called "point tomales" on the northern tip of Point Reyes National Seashore.  It looked promising.

When I initially proposed an idea to hike from the headlands to point pinole to my buddies, it was received with enthusiasm.  It has an esthetic quality to it, I like the out and back loops, especially if I can combine a series of trails so that I can get maximal exploration quality.  As a bonus, this time of year is pretty much the best time of year to spend time on the coast around here.  It seems weird, but the summer months are overcast with lots of fog, and low visibility on the coast.  If you want awesome coastal views, the late fall is pretty much prime for northern california.  So it was planned.  It turns out it is harder to match up everyones schedules to go on such an adventure as it would seem.  At the last moment Marc had to fly to China again, and then Toshi had a wedding to attend.  That is just life...  But Toshi did decide he wanted to hook up with me on Sunday to get a couple of days in with me, and I am very thankful that he did!

Black is the route out to Bolinas Ridge.  Red is the route back to Stinson Beach.

Black is the route out to Tomales Point.  Red is the route back to Bolinas Ridge.

The plan was that I would set out to Stinson Beach after Joanne and Hayley's Mermaid run and hike to northern Point Reyes, where I would hook up with Toshi on the next day.  And so it happened.  It is actually tough to find a parking spot in Stinson Beach on the weekends, it is very much a tourist town.  People wanting to hang out on the beach, visit the cafes, chill, go for a hike, whatever.  After I found a spot, I set out on the Matt Davis trail to hike up to the Coastal Trail which would in turn take me to Bolinas Ridge.  On the way up the Matt Davis trail I ran into Marc, to much of my surprise!  He decided to go out for a training run since he had to fly out the next morning.  It was nice to have some company on this climb and we chatted things up, how he was recovering from the poison oak from our unnamed adventure from the previous weekend, and how he was getting experience on these trails to get ready for the TNF 50 mile race that is coming up really soon.  He followed me up all the way to where I decided to follow a well worn path that diverged from the trail and went straight up the hill.  It was a challenging climb, and apparently he got a picture of me in all of my misery after the deed was done.  Well, one climb down, many to go.  We said our goodbyes and I went off north while he continued on his training run.  

Stinson Beach and the southern tip of Point Reyes from the Coastal Trail.

Clear Views all day long.

Hang-gliders point.

I ended up on a road for a while because I went past the coastal trail on my climb up the hill.  As I was running I spotted the trail snaking down the hillside, and I knew I would rather be there than on the road, so I started running down the hill.  When I did I came across these people that were preparing their hang-gliders to take off of the cliff.  They take off from here and land on the coast, pretty crazy!  So, naturally, I decided to run down the cliff.  It wasn't really a cliff, but a steep hill with loose footing, so pretty much I just slid down the hill until I reached the coastal trail where I continued north.

Wildlife on the trail.

Cool hills seen from Bolinas Ridge.

These are the trails that can be traveled on Bolinas Ridge.

I descended Bolinas Ridge on the McCurdy trail and ran into Point Reyes.  It was a beautiful day and I was enjoying the trails.

It is interesting to come upon trees that seem oddly out of place.

Ridge Trail at Point Reyes.

Dinner at Glen Camp.  Didn't camp here, but there was water...

 I cooked dinner at Glen Camp, the plan being that with less daylight this time of year, I would have to traverse a significant amount of trail in the dark to still hit the mileage splits that I wanted.  This meant that I would cook dinner while in the light, and then just hike until I got to my intended destination where I would bivy up for the night.  After dinner I continued north and watched the sun set.

Sunset Saturday night.

More sunset.

 It was actually really depressing to hike in the dark by myself.  I didn't think it would mess with me as much as it did, but there was something about proceeding in the darkness that made me feel really sorry for myself.  I kept thinking about my little kids faces and how much I would like to be holding them at the time, and how much I would like to be in my recliner right then watching Jericho(my new Netflix fix).  But I continued on.  Every once in a while I would look into the forest and see bright eyes shining back at me, various animals that my headlamp was reflecting off of, but it freaked me out.  As I was wandering these trails I started to think about where I wanted to sleep.  As I climbed the Drake View Trail, I was passing in and out of young growth pine forests and it made sense to try to find a spot among the trees to sleep.  I finally found an opening big enough to sneak off of the trail to find a nice little spot to lay my bivy down.  The good thing about sleeping here was that the pine needles were a very nice cushion to sleep on.  The bad thing was that every time the wind picked up, the forest made this awful, creepy, screeching sound.

Slept in a young growth pine forest.  Nice padding.

 The next day I felt a lot better.  It is funny how sunlight can totally change things.  I was hiking up to Mount Vision.

Looks pretty weird, right?  That is a pathway carved into another young growth pine forest.

A look at Tomales Bay from Mount Vision.

Descending down from Mount Vision.

 Mount Vision had some grate views of Tomales Bay and Drakes Estero.  I enjoyed this descent very much.

A picture of a coastal ranch.

 I then entered ranchland.  Basically ranch after ranch, I think mostly dairy farmers.

Here, ranches become historic landmarks.

This is where I set up to await Toshi's arrival.  I got a nice little nap in the sun, and took the opportunity to dry out everything.

 Toshi and Judy arrived right at 10 a.m. which was the plan.  It was an incredible pick me up to see them and enjoy a picnic of leftover chinese wedding food.  It was sooooo gooood.  You have no idea.  They got some fancy stuff from the wedding, and I gobbled it all down, well not all of it, but I was totally satisfied.  It was rather surreal laying out on Toshi's new tarp with boxes of various mushrooms, duck, scallops, etc, and looking over the ranchland that disappeared into the sea.

Judy was kind enough to let me borrow her husband for another weekend.

Toshi, on purpose, tried to disguise himself as a run of the mill hiker.   I, on the other hand, decided to show my pride as a "runner".

After we were done eating, Toshi and wife said goodbye(I didn't put that picture up- it was a bit too hard core for this blog...).  Toshi and I were on our way to point Tomales, the northern tip of Point Reyes and the turn-around point for this adventure.

We were now passing through Tule Elk preserve on the northern end.

Tule Elk.  They are protected on the norther side of Point Reyes.

This ranch is way old.  I think they planted these trees back when it was new, in 1860 something.

The alphas were impressive.

I don't think this is natural.

More beautiful views from the cliffs.

Some gnarly trails at point Tomales.

Pretty sweet wave action.

More views from point Tomales.

After Tomales Point, we headed south to explore more trails on the southern end of the park.  Our next destination before heading back towards Stinson Beach was Alamere Falls.

Thinking man with a backpack...

Toshi was trying to show off for the Elk.  They thought his rack was lacking in stature.

Pretty weird cricket.

As we approached the southern side of the park, we decided to explore some new trails near the ocean. Turns out this was a lot more ranchland.  Below is a hill we decided to climb to have a nice place to cook dinner and watch the sun set.

We climbed Devil's Ring-finger where we decided to cook dinner and watch the sun set.

Oh yeah.

It was a beautiful sunset and then we were off into the night.  Turns out it is much harder to follow farm roads in the night than what you might think.  The cows make their own trails, and they look very similar to the path that was supposed to be the "trail".  I really appreciated the company during this night-time hiking, considering my experience the previous night.

It was interesting to try and navigate in the dark, trying to figure out where we were with respect to the maps we had.  On more than one occasion we would come to a trail junction and find ourselves in a considerably different location than we had thought.  We tried to keep each-other in check while trying to decide which fork to take, but this was an insufficient voting scheme.  It would have really helped to have a third hiker to side with one person or the other to make some decisive move and backup our second guessing...

It was just a matter of time before we really screwed up.  We followed a trail that dead-ended at a barbed wire fence(like all pasture fences), but it looked like the trail continued on the other side.  It didn't make any sense to us though.  There should have been a gate, or a sign, or something, that communicated to us to either proceed over the fence, or at least tell us what to do.  We noticed a trail that went up the hill along the fence to the north and we took it.  As we wend up the "trail", there were several obstacles that we had to get through that told us that maybe that wasn't the trail we were supposed to be on.  As we got higher up the hill, and as we consulted our maps more, we realized that we were going in the wrong direction.  It was decided to backtrack to the main trail.  To the south of the main trail there was a tributary to the "Estero do Limantour".  We knew we had to cross it at some point, and thought we remembered some trails going down to the body of water somewhere back on the main trail.  So we backtracked even more.  After exploring some more in the dark and getting even more muddy from being down by the water, we came to the realization that there was no apparent crossing, so we decided to go back to the dead-end at the fence and see if we could follow the fence south to a crossing.  This proved to be another brush scramble that yielded no results, and we ended up back at that dead end.  There seemed to be only one option left: take that trail up the hill and see where it went.  As we climbed the hill yet again and kept getting higher and higher and farther off of what our maps were telling us, we realized we had to do something else.  We decided to jump the pasture fence and headed east towards another hill.

This proved to be a challenge.  As we climbed the hill, the brush got worse and worse, more thorns, more things that hurt.  We came to yet another fence and followed it south.  We finally weaved our way through the brush and onto another farm road.  As we followed this road, we thought we were on the right track to converge on the trail, but much to our disappointment, the road just seemed to melt into various cow trails that diverged across yet another pasture.  We followed yet another fence south and crawled through some more brush until we ended up in yet another field.  This one though was different.  The grass was tall, and it was obvious that it was not being grazed.  We crawled down and hopped over a creek, and crawled up the other side.  As we continued south, thinking that the more south we went, the better chance we had of finally ending up on our trail, things started getting thicker and yuckier.  And by yuckier, I mean swamp.  Our feet started sinking into the mud and we frequently were stymied by dead ends of un-passable thickets.  There were various plants that were stinging us in new ways that we had never been stung before and we were getting tired, cold, and worried about our current predicament.  We went in circles a couple of times, looking for that "secret" trail through the swamp, and then we started to give up hope. Finally, it was decided to find a solid piece of ground in the swamp to bivy up for the night and see if we could get a fresh start for the next day.

As we were setting up and licking our wounds, trying to wipe ourselves down just a little bit before we got all of our sleeping gear nasty, the thoughts started creeping into my head.  I knew we were totally, and completely lost, and there seemed to be no nice way to get out of where we were.  We were surrounded by very unfriendly plants and fences, and we didn't know where to go.  It occurred to me that we might spend the whole next day just trying to find some semblance of civilization so that we could limp our way home.  It was rather depressing.

This is where we slept in the swamp.  You can't see the cow patty that I am set up on... 

The Swamp.

I think we slept pretty good actually.  We were really worn out and it was a pretty late night.  We awoke to the dawn light, packed up, and made our way out of the swamp to assess our situation.  We climbed a hill so that we could get a vantage point and consider our options.  When we got to the top of the hill, it became apparent that getting through the swamp was going to be one of our last options.  As we scanned around, we noticed a farm road on the opposing hillside, and since it was really the only thing that looked like it was worth walking on, even though it was going in the wrong direction, we decided to see where it went.  When we crawled back over to the road, we realized that it headed south around the swamp.  This was very good news.  We started running enthusiastically, hope reentering our consciousness for the first time in a while.  The road then led to yet another gate, but we recognized the road that it connected with, we knew that if we followed it, it would take us back down to the dead end, except the other side of the "dead end".  So we went.  When we reached that intersection of despair, we spotted several signs that indicated that we were merging with Muddy Hollow Road, the road that we had been looking for the whole time.  The signs, and the road, were just around the corner around some bushes, on the other side of the dead end.  Below is a picture of the fence that we were expected to jump.  We couldn't believe it.  But, we got a nice adventure out of it, and we knew we were back on track, so we were happy, and starting to consider all of the fun things that we could still get to that day.

Are you sure we are suppose to jump that fence?

The next leg of our adventure would take us along the coast trail to Alamere Falls, a wonderful waterfall that empties directly into the pacific ocean.  The coast trail was beautiful.  It just snaked along the hillside along the coast, with clear views of the ocean.  We passed a cool backpacking camp, basically right on the coast where there was a single, large eucalyptus tree that Toshi just had to climb.

Coast Backpacking Camp. 

Cool Eycolypktus tree at Sky.  A strange creature habituating it's limbs. 

Does it get any better? 

Arch Rock.

We ate breakfast at Coast camp, and then continued along the coast trail.  Along the way we reached "Arch Rock", a pretty cool formation on the ocean.  After that, there was a challenging climb up to the cliffs that we would be running along for several more miles before we finally had a big descent down to "Wildcat" backpacking camp.

Long way down from the cliffs.

View from trail down to Wildcat Camp.

Can you spot Alamere Falls?

We spent some time exploring the area around the falls, trying to figure out a way to get down to it.  We should have done our homework, we couldn't figure anything out.  Turns there were a couple of options, I guess we will have to come back sometime!

Since we hit up all of our destinations for the trip, it was time to make our way home.  We were moving pretty good, but knew that we would probably have to finish in the dark before we reached Stinson Beach.

Toshi and me enjoying our last trail meal together on a bridge.

The cool hills again from Bolinas Ridge on our way back to Stinson Beach.

Another awesome sunset

We got back to Mount Tamalpais State Park and the sun was gone by the time we hit the final descent along the Willow Camp Fire Road into Stinson Beach.  This was a tough downhill to do in the dark.  It was rocky and steep, and my headlamp was just not sufficient for the task, so I took it really slow.  But, we finally made it back to town and then spent a while trying to find my truck again(everything looks so much different in the dark).  For the last couple of hours of hiking we had been discussing what we wanted to eat when we got back to town(of course).  We drove around the seemingly deserted tourist town, until we came across a nice little cafe close to the beach that seemed to be open.  When we went inside, we realized that the place was a little bit too nice for the state that we were in.  I had wrapped myself in some sweats that hopefully covered up some of the smell, but I am sure I didn't look too good.  As we sat down, with lines of drool coming our of our mouths(ok, that was just me), we looked at the menu with dazed eyes.  Scallops wrapped with bacon?  Some other fancy stuff I can't pronounce...  The waitress approached us and Toshi asked if they had cheeseburgers.  They said sure, and then proceeded to list off a gazillion different cheeses we could choose from.  The waitress got all the way to "Point Reyes Blue Cheese", and Toshi and I knew what we were having.  Best burger of my life!

All in all, it was a great adventure.  It is actually kind of nice to look back and realize that we had faced adversity, and we came out on top.  And that made the experience that much richer.  The whole trip was over 100 miles, and I would totally recommend Point Reyes to anyone.

Here is a compilation of a few video clips:

Boring Details:

Gear Review:

• Basically same gear as Santa Cruz Mountains and Sierras.
• Jetboil Sol Stove: A-.  Another data point:  I used a 4 oz. gas canister for Toshi and me for the Santa Cruz trip.  I used that same canister for this trip.  Basically it seems that you can do two, three day backpacking trips, cooking meals for two people, twice a day, with one canister.  Amazing.  Good deal too, it's like 5 bucks for a can.
• REI Minimalist Bivy: B. Still haven't used it in the rain, but it gets the job done everywhere else.
• Inertia X-Lite sleeping pad: B-.  I keep thinking about getting a full length pad, I guess that means, maybe this one isn't getting the job done.
• Zissou Lite Nautical Long Sleeping Bag.  A.  Fantastic.  Totally worth it.
• Gossamer Gear Gorilla Pack: A-.  Just keeps performing.  No issues this trip.
• MSR Hyperflow water filter: A. Seems like I am still learning how to keep it in best working condition.  You really want to backfilter it regularly to maintain flow rates, and there seems to be some tricks to doing that right.
• Outdoor Research Ultra Light Ditty Sacks: A-.  Still seem to be holding up pretty well, but I noticed some wear on the smallest bag, the one I use for all of my miscellaneous stuff.  Seems that hard edges might not be so good for these bags.  Will keep updated on durability.
• Black Diamond Ultra Distance Hiking Poles: A+.  The best.

Food:

• I don't have anything new to report on the essentials: Gu, Bars, trail mix, jerky.
• Banana Chips: A.  We get these great banana chips from our co-op that are fried in coconut oil, one of the "safe" oils that I would recommend.
• MaryJanesFarm Organic Indian lentil rice mix thingie: B+.  It was a smaller serving than what you get from Backpackers Pantry, or one of the other brands, but it seemed to be just the right amount of food for one of my stops.  And it was good.  But what I have discovered is that anything with indian spices in it seems to be pretty good.
• Alpine Aire Pepper Steak: B+.  A keeper.
• Backpackers Pantry Cashew Chicken Curry: B+.  More Indian food.
• Out of all of my fastpacking trips so far, this has probably been the best in terms of having my food dialed in.  The right amount, the right stuff, etc.

Strategy:

• With less daylight available, I took a little different approach to this trip.  I would cook dinner while there was still light out, and then just bivy up in the evening when I had reached my intended destination for the day.  It worked fine, except I do not recommend hiking in the dark, by yourself- no fun.
• There was more running involved on this trip than Santa Cruz and Sierras.  It was flatter terrain, and not nearly as epic of climbs as we had faced in prior trips.  That is ok, the views made up for it.  I do enjoy a nice long climb though.  I would say we ran 60% of the time.
• Pack weight was about the same as previous trips, maybe a little less at 22 lbs because I carried a little less food.

2012 Mermaid Run

Joanne had this race on her calendar for a while.  She enjoys the exercise that running gives her, but she really craves the competition and loves the atmosphere of these races.  Preparing for an upcoming race is most likely the reason that she decides to go out for a run in the evening after all of the kids are in bed and her chores for the day are done, and she is dead tired.  But she finds motivation in the fact that she wants a good showing on race day...

There they go!

Joanne, coming down the homestretch

Rounding the corner to the finish...

She wanted to beat her time at this race from three years ago, and she was able to reach her goal:
32:20 for a new personal best at the san francisco mermaid 5k run.

There they are, the two mermaids.

Hayley, in typical Hayley fashion kinda just lined up at the back of the crowd of the "mini-mermaids", the 6-9 year olds.  When they said go, she just weaved herself through the crowd and continued to pass her other competitors throughout the race.  This race was 1.5 miles long, the farthest she has ever ran in one stretch.  She did great.  The picture below is her coming around the field for the finish, so obviously she was having a good day...

She made a big deal out of the fact that she didn't walk the whole race and she finished with a graceful long stride around the field, showing that she has the chops for this kinda thing.  She talked about how she liked running the downhills at the Quicksilver Challenge, but wasn't a big fan of the climbs.  I think in trail racing you have to embrace the fact that you are going to go slower on the climbs and it is not such a bad thing to do some hiking in a "race".  I have set a course record with hiking some uphills, it is just about managing a race and maintaining an effort that you know you can sustain throughout.  Anyways, Hayley did great.

Do you think she is having fun?

"Secret Destination" Adventure and Dancing with the Cows(Again)

Shsh, it's a Secret!

Saturday I was invited to participate in a special adventure through invitation by "Tours by ToshiMoshi".  I was not disappointed.  Me and an unnamed band of brothers proceeded to an also unnamed secret destination.

On our way.

Sun coming up.

I know, it doesn't look like an official trail, thats because it's not.

I knew Japanese had cat fetishes, but I didn't know how far they would take it...

Mount Sombroso looks kinda small all of the sudden.

Oh yeah.

There is some weird stuff that grows up there.

Looks a little out of place, doesn't it?

Random Pine.

What were we thinking?

It was a fun and nobody died, although a few of us did walk away with some pretty good scratches.  We reached our destination, and that is all I have to say about that.

Mission Peak x2 again

I don't know if I mentioned that I got a quad thrashing last week when I did this workout, but man, my legs were sore for basically the whole week!  To put that in perspective: After I raced Firetrails, a 50 mile race with over 8000 ft of cumulative climbing, my legs were ok the next day and I was running again two days later.  12 miles of two loops of Mission Peak reduced me to a painful wince every-time I descended stairs for the next week.  So obviously I had to do it again.

Time for another couple of loops

Someone must have tipped off the authorities about my prior indiscretions.

Two nice Sunday mornings in a row.

Summit #1

A kind lady took a picture of me at the top.  She said I had nice legs.  I told her they could go all day long!  She didn't seem that impressed.  Actually that is a fib, she just wanted to exchange picture taking services.  The pose seems weird, but imagine just running up 2000 ft in 3 miles and what kind of position you would feel comfortable in!

Here is a not very good video that is very jumpy, so if you get motion sickness, or you don't want to waste your time, don't watch it.  This was my attempt at capturing Devil's Twinkie, going downhill!

Time for loop 2.

Summit #2

There were a bunch of bikers out today, I wonder if they get pissed when some dude just goes running right past them up the mountain?

If you look really closely, you can see all the way to SF.

It will be interesting to see how my legs respond this week.  If systems are working the way they should, they should bounce back faster since they have some training in them now.