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Creek Running North
November 06, 2004
This afternoon we climbed Eagle Peak, a ridge running north from the summit of Mount Diablo. I followed Becky up and up through head-high chamise and manzanita, past fragrant sage and crumbling rocks covered in lichen, up and up beneath oaks and pines shot through with mistletoe. We sweated and huffed and scrambled over steep rocky places with treacherous footing, traverses with just enough exposure to raise the hairs on the back of my acrophobic neck, though one would need to be somewhat persistent to actually plummet to one's death from any particular point on the trail.
We reached the ridge crest and followed the trail south along it, a thousand-foot drop ten feet to either side. After an hour or two, we made the summit at 2,369 feet, about 1,800 more than we left at the truck.
We sat and drank, water and vantage point both. At our feet lay the head of Mitchell Canyon, 1,500 feet down. Beyond the Oakland Hills, The bay, Mount Tamalpais, Japan.
The sun arced lower; the shadow of our ridge crept upward in the valley to the east. A coyote, then two, then a half dozen started a chorus of lament. Becky turned to me. "They just got the election results."
Posted by Chris Clarke at November 6, 2004 08:17 PM
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All those coyotes, the fluffy bunnies better watch out! Thanks again for bringing back some great Bay Area memories.Posted by: OGeorge at November 7, 2004 04:16 PM
Posted by: Phil at November 9, 2004 03:48 PM
At first reading, I was wondering why you were drinking up vintage port.