If you like peak experiences, California has plenty of them.
Our peak destination was the “Pinnacles”.
We left the Prunederosa Ranch early one morning, picked up a couple of young sidekicks at their grandparents’ house, and drove through miles of mega-agriculture, heading south toward our destination.
We drove up a long valley, through rolling hills, studded with california oaks.
We’re getting near, here’s the entry sign.
We arrive, park at the trailhead, leave the pass on the dashboard, and set off up the trail.
We’re the first to arrive. In the shadows it’s almost chilly.
The air smells of dust and rock.
Our voices echo off the walls of stone.
As we get higher, views open.
We’re in mountains, looking at more mountains in the distance.
Over there, towards that pinnacle with the madrone tree on it, do you hear strong cheeping noises?
Well, it looks like there’s something near the very top.
Can you check with the binoculars?
Jorge say he thinks peregrine falcon.
Not one, but two!
And then on a ledge below the top, we see some motion.
Two big falcon babies are perched on a ledge.
The trail winds around, up and down, in places there are steps cut into the rock, and even railings. Whoever did that work, years ago, did mighty work in a difficult location. Thank you, whoever you were.
We reach the crest, and stop to refuel. We demolish apricots, and peaches, and diminish the bag of trail mix.
The other small Mr. J. turns a corner, and we finally have a good “sense of scale” photo.
Uncle J., and nephews J, passing through a tunnel, ask for a photo to be taken.
Then it’s out of the tunnel, down the last of the trail, visit the “comfort station”, hop in the truck, and return to the grandparents’ house for a late lunch.
A good time was had by all.