Colleen Hannegan's Writing/Riding Adventures

My Morning Star

2011-11-27T19:39:00.000-08:00

sometimes my adventure is writing~~

Morning Star

This morning I opened my kitchen curtain and saw Venus winking back at me in the brand new sky. It was just after 5:30am, my usual hour for starting my day.

Solitary morning star, I always feel drawn to her bright sparkle each morning the sky is clear and she is my sky companion on my hikes at dawn, or these first few moments I’m awake and peaking out my window.

Venus, second planet from the sun, not a star after all. Named as the Roman Goddess of love and beauty. Originally, the Greeks, when they discovered the morning and evening star were actually one in the same, named the planet Aphrodite for its bright beauty, brighter than any star in the heavens.

It was the Romans who changed its name to Venus, their Goddess of Love. The northen continent on this shiny spot in the heavens above, is named Ishtar Terra after the Babylonian goddess of love while the southern continent is named Aphrodite Terra, the Greek goddess of love.

The Persian mythology named her Anahita; their goddess of love.

So much love and beauty honoring a tempestuous planet, whose density of surface and the carbon dioxide rich atmosphere along with her thick clouds of sulfur dioxide generates the strongest greenhouse effect in our solar system. This fiery make-up creates quite a bit of heat with temperatures over 850 degrees. She’s hotter than her neighbor Mercury, though Venus is twice Mercury’s distance from the sun. She also is unique in her rotation, opposite from the other planets in our solar system.

All day and night, under her tremendously thick blanket of clouds, her volcanes erupt and lightening and thunder continue around the clock.

The Babylonian astrologers named her Nin-dar-an-na; Brightest Queen of the Sky for her dominant role as brightest star.

Earth’s sister planet is called the spirit Barnumbirr by the Aboriginal culture in Northen Australia. According to their beliefs, as she approaches the early hours before dawn, she draws behind her a rope of light attached to the earth. Along this rope, is a richly decorated Morning Star Pole. This pole allows the people to communicate with their dead loved ones. They can let them know they are remembered and loved. Barnumbirr is also an important creator spirit in the Dreaming; the cultures belief that all things are created in the Dreamtime. This follows their belief that this planet “sang” much of the country into life.

Venus, my morning and evening light, brightest spot in our solar system, quite a title you carry as Queen of the Sky.

Those mornings I leave the house to take my walks just before the sun takes full control of day from night, Venus is my guide and messenger that has always made me feel that my dawn patrol was a very sacred and honored moment for me to be a part of creation.

Here comes a brand new moment, a new day, full of all possibilities, promise and creation.

I have always sensed, my prayers at this hour were more easily heard, that the daily static had not yet overblown the fuses connecting me to Her; Queen of Creation, Goddess, co-creator with God, Heavenly Vibe offering Her chalice of Divine Drink, breathing me and me exhaling Her.

These are my finest moments, the excitement of personal power and knowing, when I slip out of bed, sensing my alarm just a minute or two before she vibrates to me..it’s time!

“Get up! It’s time for you! I’m listening for your footsteps outside, for your yearning heart to search for me and find me here, waiting, calling your name, reminding you how precious you are to me.”

She calls and I must go out and walk and hike up the hill, to the top, when the deer family comes out from their evening resting place and walk through the meadow, ready for breakfast, following their familiar trail. Time when the Kite calls out its morning reverie, the hawk floats on the morning air above me, perhaps a small coyote tries to make its way unnoticed across the field, dawn still holding her own, only saying goodbye when the hills surrounding me can no longer shield us from the morning rays of sun.

I find myself out here alone and yet so much apart of a great celestial awakening that comes back each day to awaken in me once more, my own creation, made in the image of Goddess, my own Bright star body.

I sing my morning song and only the deer hear me, stopped for a few moments in their tracks, their ears perked up and catching my voice coming down the canyon, rolling over the soft hills, falling all around the ground and rocks and dirt.

I receive my blessing of stillness and peace and reassurance of all prayers answered as Venus shines brightest above, reflecting back to me the majesty of the sun; singing me into life each morning, “You are Loved, you are Loved.”

Constant guide, celestial reflection, illuminous creatrix, messenger to loved ones, gateway to a higher Love, Venus.

Next! Bedford Peak..Main Divide!!

2011-11-17T20:00:00.000-08:00

Sunday last, it was all about the hike...a new hike for both of us. 2,000 ft in 3 1/2 miles ...straight up sweethearts! Silverado Motorway is just at the end of Silverado Canyon, at the foot of the Santa Ana Mtns, in Cleveland Nat'l Forest; CA. We had seen this trailhead a few times before but had been heading another direction on our mountain bikes. The weather was cool, sunny and clear; perfect for heading up a trail with no shady promises, all exposure on an ever upward, winding single track. I made sure we packed almond butter and jelly sandwiches for this hike. A couple of gels and a small stick of monterey jack cheese and a handful of Ritz Bits was not going to be adequate fuel this time! The trail afforded us wonderful views of the canyons. The winding turns exposed rock formations that told the story of the evolution of these hills, their sedimentary chapters were too many to read on my first pass but beautiful in their undulating form and design. Halfway up is a place called Coffin Rock that offered much more history to anyone who could read rock! Quite a few mtn. bikers passed us heading down as this trail is a very popular end to climbing other trails connected at the Main Divide. It became obvious this trail was well used as additional hikers appeared for and aft. A young family had headed up at the same time we began, but left us in their dust in no time. They inspired me to move at a much steadier pace than if we'd been a solo couple. I also noticed how much stronger I am now, as I mentioned last week, from my reconditioned diet and workout program. Yep, more protein, less sugar, more fruits and veggies; card workout 5 days a week. It's working Shelli!! (She's my fitness coach.) Two hours+ up and we reached the Main Divide. It sounds so impressive...something like Continental Divide. Well, it was my first "divide" and it felt like something very big anyway! We made it to Bedford Peak, one of the highest summits in the Santa Ana mountains. The reward was a 360 of views! The ocean, Catalina Island, snow capped Mt Baldy, the other side of the mountains looking down on Corona, Palos Verdes Peninsula.....if it hadn't been for a very slight haze it would have really been spectacular. Sandwiches always taste so good at 2000 ft. Weird huh? I like the photo of the three bikers heading back down the hill behind me, after we had talked with them at the top. That's where we came from and would turn around and head back down. I can see why this trail is so popular on a clear fall or winter day. It would be impossibly hot in summer, and the reward of spectacular views is worth the pain in my calves all week.

Blackstar, Beek's Peak... ...Conquered!

2011-11-10T08:30:00.000-08:00

Finally~~~~~ 8 miles uphill and 2,000 ft. elevation will never rank in any other record book but my own. After 3 other attempts and one being less than a mile to the top, I finally rode all the way up to Beek's Place at the top of Blackstar Canyon, nestled near the peaks of Saddleback mountain.

Last Saturday was a clear and chilly day after the rains offering perfect ride conditions for the group of 8 who pedaled together at the start.

My partner and I are always the sweepers, delegated or not, but we don't mind. We pedal as fast as we can and have surrendered to the energy of tortoise; slow but steady.

This day, my new diet and exercise regimen I'd begun 3 weeks earlier, was kicking in. I had increased cardio power, a bit more muscle mass in the pumpers along with the vision of; "I think I can, I think I can."

I had my sights and handle bars steering towards that giant golf ball (radar or satellite tower?) on top of Beek's peak. Today, I knew we would finally land on top and claim my bragging rights.

The other 6 riders were long gone ahead after 20 minutes out of the starting gate. It was nice while it lasted: hanging out with the group and being a part of the energy always takes me further and faster.

But me and Al realized our trip would be our trip and we'd be saying "see ya" before long.

But that's ok. We tend to be sight seers anyway; always finding a short break in the shade when stopping for a quick re-fuel is needed, or when my thighs can't pump one more revolution no matter how hard I think positive!

The morning had one goal only....to finally get me to the top. Al was not going to see me stop short this time. I was a woman on a mission to have Beek's peak notched on my handle and I could feel it and see it, even if I had to walk. Which of course I did, the last 1/2 mile.

Thighs were begging me for a break and no one was watching!

I would have loved to include more photos of the long and winding road, of the panoramic views of the Hidden Valley Ranch and the number of gorgeous canyons tucked in spots we rode by. Instead I registered each one in my mind to remember always and just kept pumping.

The ease of Blackstar is the fire road all the up and back. No rock gardens, dangerous ruts, roots, or single track with sheer drops to the right or left. Although that IS part of the mtn. bike joy on occasion. The workout and challenge of Blackstar is it's constant uphill 8 miles grind. I like it!

Those rides are a great workout for cardio and endurance.

And so, I've added a notch to my bike belt and Al captured my hard earned, if not exhausted smile at the top and I wondered........did Mr. and Mrs. Beek ride back and forth to work everyday?????

Finding a Trail...and a new friend~~~~

2011-05-04T19:38:00.000-07:00

A visit to P.S. (Palm Springs) last weekend is worthy of 2 separate blogs. One would be about the joy of being with two girlfriends and having such fun in the salt water pool and jacuzzi and drinking my new favorite blender drink, and laughing so hard about EVERYTHING.....the other one is this one first......discovering the Tacquitz Trail in the San Jacinto Mts. with Luce, just blocks away from the inn where I stayed with my friends.
I had been running for about an hour, early Sunday morning hoping to get closer to the gorgeous mtns. that beckoned me to draw closer. I found a street at the end of the neighborhood and followed it to its dead end at the foothills. AHA! A trail head appeared. I saw two guys just ahead who had started climbing minutes before I arrived. I had no water with me, but I'd snatched a quick yogurt breakfast, some o.j. and a big drink of water an hour before. The trail was so inviting and promised spectacular views and the weather was mild. I walked just a few steps to get a feel and see if I felt comfortable solo. A car door opened then closed nearby. I waited to see who might also be heading onto the trail. That's when a senior lady appeared, in hiking gear and hat. "May I walk with you?, I asked." This is my first time here. If I'd known this trail was around the corner I'd have started earlier and brought water!" She smiled up at me and said "Sure!" Oh lucky me! We exchanged names a bit later as we headed up a tight single track looping around the corners and taking us at a fast clip straight up. Luce was timing her ascent to her favorite spot. She said it had been awhile since she'd hiked here and she wanted to be sure she wasn't slowing down. Ha! I was the one huffing and puffing keeping up with her. Soon I followed her careful footfalls and her pace and relaxed and enjoyed the hike. I decided to be comfortable without water as the temp. was being kind and I was following an 82 yr. old experienced hiker who seemed cool as can be and totally relaxed and trusting of the area.
The two guys seen earlier had taken a wrong turn and had to backtrack. They came up behind us and had a great sense of humor in meeting us and taking our pix. Luce seemed to be attracting all kinds of new friends this morning. Bruce rhymed his name with Luce...but I can't remember the other guys name ....'cuz it didn't rhyme with mine!!
Luce educated me about the Desert Apricot Mallow flower...and showed me the distant view of the Salton Sea...."see that mist out there.....". We talked about the history of the trail, more flowers, environmental causes, her conservationist ideals, the ignorance of ignorant people (those are my words), misusing, and abusing the trail by not staying ON the proper trail. I commented that sometimes people don't SEE what's right in front of their eyes! Luce said, "If you are witnessing, you are in it." I thought that was so profound I recorded it on my phone so as not to forget.

As we were heading back down from our ascent, Luce pointed out the spots on the trail where she usually runs down. Excuse me? Oh yes, she said, but not today since she was getting her hiking legs back. I watched her foot strikes, her pace , her evenness in negotiating the unevenness of wilderness trail and marveled at her delicate pace while never once doubting her steps. No hiking poles; which I'm so dependent on. Luce was all grace and beauty, just like the sturdy, gentle beauty of the wildflowers holding court all along my morning hike. Thank you Luce, for the ride back to the inn! You were right...I was done~~~~~I'll look you up on my next visit~~~~~~

A Hardy Hike for sure~~~~

2011-04-18T15:19:00.000-07:00

The Harding Truck Trail is a 9 mile fire road that begins at the end of Modjeska Canyon Rd, across from the Tucker Wild Life Sanctuary. Ike Harding was an early homesteader who raised goats in the area. It was a first hike on this trail for all of us....Paul and Karen; celebrating their 20 yr anniversary next year... Sandy,(not Fanny, that's her grandmother's name!); co-worker with Paul, our biking friend Gary, Spain and myself. Paul, a 20 year client of mine and wearing his new polarized sunglasses had organized the hike. It's a 9 miler up a wide and well groomed fire road with an emphasis on UP. Our goal was the lookout at 3.2 miles, with a total of just over 6 miles back to our cars. Happy I brought the summer hiking hat because the temp was toasty at 8am. The hat protects the head and neck from burn and the extra brim of shade keeps me cool...well, cooler. In 2007 a wild fire blew through the area. Burned trunks were still visible in many spots along the trail. But the hills were covered in greens and spring flowers were rioting over any extra space found. Gary brought his Wild Flowers of So. Cal. book which has accompanied him on his hikes since 2004 I think. He has a tiny sample of each bloom and writes the date he found it. He trailed behind here and there when he spotted Red Maids and Perry Phesilias and doubled checked the photos in his book. Eureka! He found them. What a lovely way to remember the hikes and learn about the wildflowers. Many mtn bikers passed us up and down. Our biking buddy Dave Paul rode up with a tough as nails group churning their wheels all the way to the 9 mile 5000 ft peak and then, who knows, another 10-15 miles down Maple Springs or over and down to "the luge". They are tough....both hikers and bikers saying friendly hellos and informing what's ahead if you don't already know. More trail, that's what! It was a wonderful hike with friends, some new , some not. Oh, and chocolate milk. We always have cold choc. milk waiting for us in the truck after hiking or biking. My mistake is when I mention it when it's still too far away to enjoy. By the time we were finishing the hike I was afraid I'd have to fight everyone off when I finally got my sweaty hands around my cold bottle.

Snow kidding!

2011-04-12T17:35:00.000-07:00

It had hailed the night before our hike into Trabuco Canyon, temps were low and even lower by the time we parked at the Holy Jim Trailhead. So it was no surprise that snow lined the the edges of our hike trail and covered cactus, poison oak and low brush.The 4.7 miles of washboard road to the parking area had been a bit easier roller coaster than my two previous trips. I was thankful about that. Pothole dodging is not a sport I favor but sometimes one must sit down, strap in, and be quiet in order to get herself to the adventure portal! There is no alternative route. Holy Jim trail is a popular trail for both hikers and mtn bikers. It's actually a famous trail, but more about that in a bit. I prefer to hike it due to its constant uphill, technical tight turns and drop offs; those spots you're not supposed to look at while you ride but can't seem to take your eyes off ! The cold crisp mountain air had us hiking at a good clip to warm up the feet and hands, though we wore gloves. The trail has a turn off to a water fall but we only had time to continue straight up. As we passed its intersection we could hear the deluge 3 miles or so to the right. Holy Jim creek crossings numbered 10 each way. So 20 times we were carefully choosing our steps to cross. If it had been even an inch or so higher, avoiding wet shoes would have been impossible. If we had time we would have gone to the top which ends at Santiago Peak, over 4800 ft., the tallest point in the Santa Ana Mountains and one of the two peaks that make up Saddleback Mountain; the other being Modjeska Peak. In the one picture you can spot the snow topped peak with its antennae towers. But time allowed only an hour in and an hour out. Too bad for me because the conditions and views and temp were ideal! The canyon was named for James T. Smith, also known as "old cussin'Jim." Word is he could peel paint off a stove pipe with his cussing.He was a beekeeper and built a home in the north fork of Trabuco Canyon in the 1870's and planted figs.When government surveyors plotted the canyon they chose "Holy Jim" rather than "Cussin Jim." Looked better on the trail maps. The last wild California grizzly, an old bear named "the honey thief" was killed at the mouth of T.C. after robbing a string of beehives in 1907. (No wonder Jim was so cussin' mad.) check out pix of the times at http://www.trabucocanyon.org/ Jim and bear included!! It was a wonderful hike with the perfect hiking partner and perfect hiking poles. You can see how much we relied on them when creek crossing!

The last pic of the day was me sitting out front of my pretend mtn writing cabin we passed heading back to the truck. Yeah, there she is, "ol cussin Colleen!" "Get off my property dag nabbit, or I'll get out the ol' 6 shooter and give ya what for *%#!@!!

Something about being OUT THERE, always brings out the best in me~~~~

SUPER DUPER MOON

2011-03-20T17:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes adventure happens at night. And sometimes you aren't allowed to use your head lamp or white flashlight; only a red flashlight so you will not disturb the local wild life. So the only photo I have to share about this adventure is this one some other photographer took in Pakistan, capturing an owl taking flight at his favorite time of day....night.

Last evening, adventure companion Spain and I joined 14 other full moon seekers through the IRC..(Irvine Ranch Conservancy) and hiked into Orchard Hills in Irvine on a 3 mile full moon hike. We were instructed right away, to turn off our really cool white head lamps (darn~!) and use the red flash lights provided so we would disturb the local inhabitants as little as possible. Our original hike route had to be detoured because a red tailed hawk family had been spotted earlier in the day, taking care of its new hatchlings in a newly discovered nest right along our intended path. So instead of going thisaway...we went thataway. For a spring equinox eve....it was cold! We had fleece jackets ready to zip into and zip up...we being always prepared for adventure away from home, as I am FINALLY learning....you never know how the weather may be at your destination, even if it's only 20 minutes from home....so bring everything! HAHA!

Rain had been forecast for the evening and as yet had been kind enough to delay it's arrival. All of us hikers looked at a thinly veiled full moon creeping up over the hill as we started up the 800 ft ascent. The clouds were teasing us as to if and when we may or may not get a real deal full moon; no let's rephrase that Uber Moon glow this evening. We were all very happy the rain was holding off, and the fact that the moon was at least TRYING to give us a show was enough. We were all very excited to be out there in the dark, watching our foot falls on the gentle single track that weaved its path up , up, up.

As we turned a few corners, the talk turned quieter as the hikers fell into a pace behind one another. We listened to the symphony of creek frogs, the sound of creepy crawlers in the brush at our feet and a single coyote cry that was answered by a whole chorus of coyotes, perhaps excited over their shared meal for the evening.

Every few hundred feet up our ascent, we all stopped and glanced over to the rising super moon, begging it to break free from the clouds of a future rain and give us the performance we had come to see. Soft whispers of hope, our night vision attuning to the shadows all around us, we gazed to the eastern night sky, and as a group, encouraged Her performance.

As we turned into the avocado orchard and tracked single file, long shadows of the giant Eucalyptus (gum tree) fell over us. Memories of my youth in Tustin, before the groves of avocado and orange and eucalyptus were laid low, sacrificed without their permission, to make way for ....just more.......more house...more pavement, came flooding through me. Here we were, being allowed to walk among the beautiful groves by permission of the big land barons who own it all now; as if it was a kind of Disneyland, instead of a free place to walk for everyone, anytime, as it used to be.........when we were kids here in the 60's. I felt such an ache for those innocent days of unsupervised exploration.................

Did you know that Eucalyptus oil is used for cleaning and functions as a natural insecticide and is sometimes used to drain swamps; thereby reducing the risk of malaria?

And that eucalyptus, a native plant of Australia, is called a widow-maker? The root system is very shallow and if super-satured, the tree can just fall over rather suddenly. If your husband is working in the back yard after a rainy day and you have eucalpytus trees out back....ok, you get the idea.......back to my moon hike...

As in every adventure, one has to BE THERE for something exciting to happen....or not. As we made our way along the big trees, some big light seemed to be turned on. We all turned to our right and just about applauded as the gorgeous super moon; 220,625 miles close, closest she's been to Earth since Jan. 19, 1992, broke free from the haze and , well, gave us a private performance of brilliant shine we had all prayerfully anticipated. YES!! It was so beautiful to see. Her light cast moon shadows on all of us. "Look at our shadows !", I said. Some of us raised our arms up as our reflections fell across the groves. A single owl flew out of the trees and crossed overhead through the light. The brightness and brilliance was so exciting. "We should have brought our moon tan lotion!" I commented.

Across the hills, the moonlight gave definition to the undulating rolls and cast her shadows on all the trees and bushes and hikers. It was as bright as a street lamp; except this neighborhood was truly wild and free.

We resumed the hike to the top and spent a few moments star gazing above and enjoying the panoramic view of land lights below, across the lowlands all across southern Orange County. We were able to watch the fireworks at Disneyland, 40 miles north. But I didn't much care for the man made lights. I turned towards the moon and worshiped her amazing beauty and power to reflect brilliance of sun from so far way. Both Spain and I were so grateful that our simple prayer this week had been heard. 'Please, rain, wait until Sunday. We have been hoping to go on a full moon hike for over a year and they are always booked up so fast. And now, to get out on this hike for the Super Moon, it would be so wonderful to really be out here under your spell. Maybe the rain will hear us and allow us this bit of adventure."

The hikers had their fill, our time was up as we quietly followed each other back to the parking area. A couple of times, without a word spoken, we all just stopped and faced the bright moon and just gazed up and basked in her moon beams as they fell upon us. As we headed down our final hundred feet, the night cries of the coyote rang out across two or three different hills, as if they were sending us on our way with some kind of message. It was wild and woolly wonderful.

Tonight was not a photo op; tonight was just about being there and filling up on perhaps a once in a lifetime chance to commune with a Super Moon Goddess.........As we turned in our red flashlights, and headed back to the truck, the moon's performance was over. As if on cue, a sheer veil of cloudy curtain drew across her face as she disappeared......back stage..................Brava, I whispered...Brava..............

Today it rained and rained and is still raining................................

COOL CAVE CARVINGS & VULTURES>>>

2011-02-19T10:59:00.000-08:00

A valentine Sunday hike FEB 13th in Laguna Wilderness Park...What ANOTHER gorgeous day for hiking. We invited others who weren't able to join us..too bad, so sad....The Three Amigos....me Spain and Leah.....are becoming a great hiking trio....Leah spotted the two turkey vultures just above our heads as we were followed the dirt trail...Good eye Leah! Spain took these great shots of the vultures and of me 'n Leah inside of the cave we discovered off the beaten track. Great photos, my man! I don't think too many hikers venture where we do, like Spain says....try a new trail 'cuz you never know what you may find! Oh we had fun peeking around and playing in the dirt. I hope to set up a monthly hike with friends this spring; others have been asking so we shall get it together.. On the way back Mother Nature offered us her own special Valentine in the cactus and right in front of me on the trail. Nobody says it like Mother Nature!

I LOVE ALISO!!!!

2011-01-15T14:08:00.000-08:00

As I left the park, one final pick on the way out....I LOVE YOU TOOO!!!!!

Wilderness Park....Re-Opened!!!

2011-01-15T13:50:00.001-08:00

What an unexpected surprise as I reached the top of the walk up to the back entrance of Aliso Wilderness Park at 6:30am this morning.....it was OPEN! Rains reaked havoc these past two months and park has remained closed to everyone but the wild life.. I have walked up to this point often these past couple weeks just to take in the great view of the park and Saddleback Valley and to get as close to the park as I could. Lo and behold....how happy to see the keep out signs down and what a perfect morning to be the first hiker out here....It was already warming up and in the 60's when I stepped through the entrance. I had no water or gels with me put was thankful for my mini-breakfast and half banana I popped into my mouth just before leaving the condo. I started walking on West Ridge and was filled with joy; the sight, the sounds the scents, so beautiful today. I had to be to work at 10.....so I decided to walk as far as I could before I had to head back. I stopped two bikers mid-way and asked for an extra gel if they'd be so kind! One guy rummaged through his pack and came up with...no gel. The friend said.."Dates! I have dates! They are much better than gels! More potassium and carbs. I have six, here take one!" Thanks very much! Off they rode as I ate my date and headed all the way to the top of Mathis and saw a great view of the morning park, Catalina, as clear as could be, and visibility in all directions....... It was so great to be the first hiker on West Ridge today, the official re-opening of the park. By the time I headed back, a number of bikers, hikers, runners were out and getting their own a.m. fix.

I soaked it all in until I was so full, I couldn't absorb anymore...it really felt that good. I just wanted to stay all day. The boys, Spain and Steve got word from me that the trail was opened so they turned their trucks toward the park and headed in for a ride. I admit I felt special, guided up to the park top unaware the park would be here with her gate open to say..."Good morning, come on in!!" Glory be!!!!!!!!!!

Between the Rain Drops & Mucho Mistletoe

2010-12-27T17:26:00.000-08:00

Christmas morning, Leah, me and Spain headed out from Spain's condo onto the trail at Arroyo Trabuco. Just an hour earlier it had been a clear Blue cover, but no sooner did we lace up the walking shoes, but Mr.Fog creeped in and hid Blue from us! The temp dropped quickly! Luckily we all had fleece jackets on stand-by. So on with the fleece, ear covers and gloves, some water and gels and off we went....no matter what! It was NOT raining and that meant OUTSIDE! We were so happy to just move! The fog kept the walk shrouded in mystery, wondering what was up ahead. Even though we've been on this trail plenty, we wanted to see what damage the rain had done through the arroyo. We could hear the rage as we walked along but we were a bit high up and not willing to tramp through lots of wet grass. A bit farther down we would be able to check it out. Sure enough, the overview revealed a river, where before had been a creek! All brown and swirling and gushing and well, kind of cool. It felt so good to be near all the nature, we headed down into the lower area and walked along the creek's new pathway it had created. We spotted a nice big cat print, same area we'd spotted the cat a couple months previous. So me and Leah started making this big deep sounds to let the cat know we were big trouble; yeah right.....hahah...our laughter was enough to scare him off! We got as far as the best part of the trail..what's called Ho Chi Minh trail due to the hanging vines and plants and lush, jungle like growth, and were stopped by a mess of brush/trees blocking any further progress. Oh no! Our favorite local mtn bike trail won't be available for a very long time. And who knows what it will look like when it gets cleared up...Well, the 3 hours hiking out there was wonderful nonetheless....Sunday, Spain and I got on bikes and rode from Aliso Woods up the bike path for a 22 mile 'round trip. Wonderful to be on my bike after too much time away. Cool breeze, and all kinds of water crossing and toppled trees along this trail as well. It's uphill going and a fun downhill all the way back. The one bit of dirt trail was just off the main paved one close to home. That's about it for dirt for awhile....with more rain in the forecast, those knobby tires will be tucked away in the garage until......next year!!!!!!!

Black Star Revisited~~

2010-12-13T16:08:00.000-08:00

I've been asking....when can we ride Black Star again?? When ? When? Finally, yesterday we drove, we parked, we rode! What?? 82+ degrees on a December day.....oh well, we had water and sunscreen so off we went. What I like about Black Star, out there near Modjeska off Santiago Canyon Rd, is the beautiful scenic fire trail all the way up and the wonderful views when you get there. I like the slow steady pace of a predictable climb. No big boulders, plenty of width from the edge, far away views, quiet, very peaceful, no crowds but not totally alone either. It's a medium, tough ride. On the way up, I got to play Florence Nightingale to a tough ridin' senior who must have been in his late 60's, early 70's. He was having a tough time getting his chain back on after having a spill that had left blood trickling down his knee and a scraped elbow. Geez, I always forget a good pic like that!! I was too busy pulling out my antiseptic spray and trying to get it on his wound and not all over his leg. HAHA!! He was very appreciative. He was waiting for his riding buddy who came barreling down the hill a few minutes later; another 70+ year old biker dude! We stopped a few times to rest and drink and gel then took off again. It took us about 2 hours to ride up about 1,200 feet where we stopped and feasted on our Ritz Bits and cheese sticks; our favorite trail snack...oh yeah and dessert was melted York Peppermint patties...mmmm. We had a perfect picnic spot, though it was short from the very top spot....just another 20 min ride up but I was DONE.....Riding down was so fun....10 minutes total at the most....weeeeeee all the way down.

There is a new barbed wire/electric fence along some private property that was not there two years ago when we rode through. It was creepy to see all these ELECTRIC FENCE signs and dire warnings and rolls of wire and STAY OUT signs. Alright, already, we aren't trespassers! It gave me a bad feeling about who owned this big spread. And how much they distruss people. I sure hope the birds can read the signs, and the coyotes and the deer. I guess they will figure it out before long........Oh, by the way, that's Catalina Island waaaayyy out there in the photo with my arms crossed....see it? right by my head???? Pic. doesn't show you Fashion Island and more...quite a view yesterday~~

Thanksgiving Hike

2010-11-29T15:08:00.000-08:00

Morgan Trailhead is on South Main Divide road, 2.8 miles up off the 74 Ortega Hwy, just past the fire station at El Cariso Village. We started our hike at about 55 degrees with a brisk breeze, so we were very glad to have dressed warmly! Leah, friend David, Spain and myself headed out on the trail at about 8:45am Thanksgiving morning. The trail was just gorgeous, quiet, lush with overhanging oak and sycamore trees. The views along the single track were so very clear. I kept saying "I think that's Catalina!(island)." We just couldn't decide if that was water we were seeing or not. Well, I sure think it was! It was certainly clear enough to have that kind of visibility.

We hiked in towards the falls but never made it. It would have been an extra couple of hours. We decided a round trip ticket of 3 hours was enough for turkey day. We all really had a wonderful time hiking together. Hope to do more together soon!

As Spain and I were heading back down South Main Divide, we spotted this hang glider getting ready for take off. We got out of the car and hiked up to where he and his wife were setting him up to push off. It was so cool to see him sailing high above Lake Elsinore. It was cold! We found out his name is Bill Soderquist from his wife Marilyn. She told us he was Hang Glider Nat'l Champion in 2009. Nice Bill! (But no thanks!! Way too scary for me~~)

A Day at the Races!

2010-11-15T16:09:00.000-08:00

The inaugural trail races at Coyote Springs, one hour north of Las Vegas were put together by http://www.desertskyadventures.com/ this past week-end. Spain and I walked/ran and finished! the 10k! The morning started out cold and windy and ended up.....cold and windy! Of course, running warms you up even if it is only 48 degrees at 7am..But as you see, we were prepared with gloves, ear warmers and layers upon layers. 60+ runners took part in the 50k, Half-Marathon and the 10k. Of the 34 who ran the 10k, we finished the fastest of the slowest. Let's put it this way...we ran our butts off the last 3 miles off to pass 6 other slower runners and walkers. But hey, for Spain's first 10k at 63 I could not keep up with the man. He waited for me 3-4 times. I encouraged him to go ahead, but he insisted the fun was in being together, and he was right! So TOGETHER we ran to pass 6 slower runners! The views, the canyon, the singletrack was so gorgeous. We felt powerful energy surrounding us as we ran close to the beautiful cliffs. I could feel it rise up from my feet and out through the top of my head; or was that sheer joy and pure bliss? No matter, the event was filled with wonderful, fun fellow adventurers, food galore before and after the run. DSA put on a fantastic race, in a place no other mere mortals have seen as it is private land. So the excitement of being the "first" had all the participants especially excited. Molly Sheridan and Jimmy Gabany, owners of DSA did an OUTSTANDING job caring for everyone from start to finish. Molly was jumping up and down and cheering each and every runner into the finish line. Even staying out 'till way past dark waiting for one last runner for the 50k,hobbled by a bad knee, to finish. Everyone else had gone home many hours early, but Molly and friend and fellow runner Bill drove out to find George and escort him in the last 10 miles by head lights.........now that's what I call adventure. Thank you DSA for making my third 10k the best one yet! When's the next one?????

HAPPY and DISAPPOINTED

2010-11-01T17:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes a ride is so beautiful, the conditions so perfect, the cumulus overhead is so non-step happening....the trail is so nice and tacky, the air is cool and clear and well....sometimes a ride just takes my breath away and pictures just aren't adequate at capturing how it looked and how much I enjoyed it. In fact trying to capture it becomes a hapless attempt at capturing happiness or holding joy in the palms of your hands...it can't be done. You hold it in your heart, memorize it in your head and simply ride......and so it was this past Sunday on the fire trail called Belle View between Coto de Caza and Dove Canyon. So one picture of me happy is all I could share. The other pix just didn't pass the test. Except the disappointed picture. As you see someone has enough money and power to take a hill and cut half of it off so they could put a ridiculously huge home and more all over that one hill. What a shame. It looked so ugly; shocking really. I realize it's nothing new in these parts, but I would not call it progress. Little by little lovely spots are hacked up, and bulldozed so someone can house 20 cars and say they are king of the hill.

I treasure these nature trails that are preserved for us to enjoy. I try not to look on the other side where trees disappear for the sake of a bigger garage. I always try to see the beauty on the trail just ahead....but sometimes my eyes can't get past the shock of it.

These big property owners have huge dogs they allow to run free on the trail as well. (My second complaint~~)Three very large dogs approached us three riders in an aggresive manner. I yelled to them to put there dogs on their leash. The biker up ahead had to place his bike between himself and the approaching fangs. Very nonchalantly the owner got to the dogs and held them as we passed....my co-rider had his hand on his blade and was ready if necessary...glad it wasn't necessary but the fight or flight panic took the longest time to wear off!!!! I hate that!!!

Trails should remain safe access for all......

Finally~~ A Bit of SUN!

2010-10-25T15:08:00.000-07:00

So Cal. had a record breaking week of rainfall for October. But Nature had pity on us and gave us Sat. and Sun. with some sun and cool air for outdoor adventure. We took advantage of it, of course! Saturday we drove 1 1/2 hrs to the SART..Santa Ana River Trail off Hwy.38, I believe, this side of Big Bear. My only camera was a cell phone so lighting was a problem to capture some good shots. The trail head is easily visible and parking was ample. (Don't forget your Wilderness Pass!) We hiked in about 4 miles, planning a 2 hour hike, tops. It was a gorgeous cool day and we were so greatful to feel the sun and see the clouds below not above! The trail was this perfect rolling hike among the giant trees overlooking the valley below. Mtn bikers have access as well so a few passed by. There were more than a couple spots on the trail that required careful steps or the slide down would be a long one. We saw some bike skid marks and a few shoe prints that showed a rider had made a very close call that morning!

Sunday we got on our mtn bikes back home and headed into ALISO WOODS from the Canyon Vista park entrance. I must rate the ride yesterday as perhaps the most BEAUTIFUL ride yet in Aliso. The after-rain conditions made for a perfect, tacky trail ride, sumptuous fresh air deep within the fire trail and a vibration all around as thought the park was bursting with freshness after it's rain bath. A big tree had fallen on the main trail. It was fun to have to slip through the branches and make our way around it. Other riders appeared and also did a double take to see this giant tree fallen across the trail. We took a spin through Coyote Run and then took a ride to the bottom of Meadows, then down the paved park road to the far end where the park posts it's END OF TRAIL sign at the water treatment plant. I couldn't resist the photo op with the TP~~

On our way back we spotted a BOBCAT! My first time seeing a whole one! I'd seen a tail slip through the brush a few years back. I was surprised at the small size. I took a picture of it but I realize there's no way to see it in the photo. He blended in so well and was very still, waiting for us to take off. He wasn't in the least bit worried we were near, more like, impatient for us to move along so he could proceed with his own Sun. morning plans. We waited up the road a bit, waiting to see if he'd reappear and cross the road again. Sure enough, 2 minutes later he nonchalantly strolled out and down the road, crossing over to a large bush covering, but not before he rolled over on his side to scratch an itch.

Two gorgeous adventures in one weekend...how lucky...and how needed it was!!!

GORGEOUS RIDING WEATHER

2010-09-06T17:55:00.000-07:00

The last two days have brought perfect temps for being out on the trails. The marine layer came to our rescue Sunday morning. While Sat. had been a scorcher, Sunday morning granted us a cool ride all through Aliso Woods. By the time we'd ridden to the bottom of Choya, blue was having it's breakthrough while the marine layer was struggling to stay overhead. Fellow rider and client Barry and wife Sherry turned the corner at Choya. I had a minute with Barry to say hey and visit as Sherry pushed on and passed us by. She is the spot on the hill behind smiling Barry. That woman is one tough rider! Sherry and Barry became Grandparents not too long ago. Grandparents sure ain't what they used to be! These two are tough athletes! The clouds skimming the tops of West Ridge was my favorite shot of the day. The cool breeze and views always get me off my bike to stop and look and wonder. Looking down to Laguna Canyon Road from up top was just a haze of cloud. It was a good day for wildlife sightings too! Five deer, two hawks, and one big gopher snake just as I was zooming down to the bottom of Mathis! Had to swerve a bit around its tail or it would not have made it to the bushes it was heading to! Today Monday, we took a spin out to O'Neill park for an easy up top cruise above the park. Again, a super nice breeze, easy sun, and great vistas of beloved Saddleback. This was the first time we biked around RSM Lake and discovered a wonderful walkaway and a most pleasant view. I looked for a NO BIKE posting but saw none. WE rode so slow between the crowds of walkers, you might have mistaken us for bikewalkers! It felt so good to be OUT THERE~~~~~ all my cares dissolve into nothing, life is easy once more and LOVE continues to show me the way~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CAR WRECK TRAIL OPENS!

2010-08-17T20:21:00.000-07:00

A ribbon cutting ceremony opened CAR WRECK bike/hike trail in Aliso Wilderness Park on Sunday Aug 15th. Daughter Leah and I trekked in by foot, meeting up with an anxious group of mountain bikers, ready to take their chances to make it to the bottom (or not!) legally! I love grand openings and when it's in nature so much the better! Ranger Ed gave a heartfelt speech and thanked some important contributors that assisted in getting Car Wreck ready for traffic! Father and son, David and David, sat ready on their bike seats, shoes in pedals, anxious to roll on down.....the atmosphere was ...well....exciting! Ranger Ed was handed the giant scissors and with just a snip, another bike trail was born to a happy applause and lots of photo taking!
Trail assistant Ed Bederov was on hand to witness the party and direct the many bikers "thataway". My friends and fellow mtn bking partners, Al Patterson, Steve Villmer and Dave Paul, came rolling down and up Mathis to be part of the big celebration. Whoopee!
Leah and myself, well, we waited a bit for the bikers to head down the trail then we took our turn and ran down the hill, stepping aside as bikers followed after us, trying not to lose their breakfast on the many rock gardens, very steep drops with not much room for wrong turns.
And yes, at the very bottom IS a car wreck...and believe me, if you don't know how to work your brakes, this ride can turn into a BIKE WRECK........only for the brave ones....or crazies.....but then again ...I guess that's why I LOVE MOUNTAIN BIKING!

Laguna Wilderness Park, again

2010-08-02T10:10:00.000-07:00

Back we went to perhaps our most favorite hiking spot, Laguna Wilderness off Laguna Canyon Rd. Each time I return the hike is so enjoyable and I notice something new waiting for me. The assoc. has recently installed guideposts at different points of interest with a tele. # to phone in and receive a recorded message on what you are seeing. I called in on the sight looking over the huge boulders on the left side of the trail as you pass through the first meadow. I learned that the big hole in the rock was caused by a firestorm that swept through the park soon after it was opened to the public in 1993. The fire was so hot it cracked open the boulder and a huge piece broke away.

Interesting! There were perhaps 5-6 guideposts along the way. What a clever idea !
Today I climbed up in a tree..and why not! Spain found another mylar balloon...it's amazing how those things find their way to wilderness.....so he flattened it out by stepping on it and hiked it out to the trash. Lizard kept getting my attention today so he ended up on my blog. He was so patient posing for his photo.

2010-07-26T12:08:00.000-07:00

SATURDAY......A gorgeous Southern California summer weekend.....marine layer in the a.m., sun by noon and a lovely 78 degrees....perfect hiking and biking conditions..so guess where I was......Saturday we hiked O'Neill park for the first time. I've biked some sections but today we discovered wonderful hike only trails. We had the trails to ourselves. Horses had passed through earlier and voices from other hikers below and headed the other way, could be heard. Otherwise, we enjoyed the sounds of birds, bees, squirrels, and our own shoes making our way up the trail. Spain is really enjoying his moccasins, while I use trail running shoes; much lighter and cooler than hiking shoes. We started up Edna Spaulding trail, a 1 mile loop with good views, then picked up Coyote Trail to Homestead Trail. We were glad for some cover under some oaks and bushes...it got a bit hotter as we walked. We had planned an hour or so, but we were feeling so good, two hours showed up before we knew it. O'Neill Park offers the great outdoors for families and first time hikers as well....the campground was full as usual on the week-ends!

SUNDAY.......An easy 14 miles mountain biking into ALISO WOODS....our favorite spot and every time we ride in, I'm so happy to be there. We kept it simple on the fire trail, I was feeling so good, after months of neck and back issues, so I was being careful. We met Louisa, fellow mtn bking friend; running in the park, pushing granddaughter Harley in a double -wide stroller making very good time! So sorry I didn't think to take their picture! Louisa looks fabulous at 40 something....grandmother of 3 now! Her great energy and positive vibe always makes me happy to see her! Little Haley was having a good time looking for deer.....

On the way back I was influenced to sneak a ride on the OTHER SIDE.....hey there was no sign that said STAY OUT....HONEST! It was really no big deal..but it felt like a bit more adventurous than staying on THIS side of the chain every time! Discovered a hidden spot where someones got the bees busy, making honey...............

A rather low-key outdoor week-end and that was just fine with me....

Oh, yeah, the outdoor concert Sat eve. at the San Juan Mission Library....boy what a treat at $10 a head. A great venue, comfortable seats, an intimate setting, great music!! Dori Caymmi is an Emmy winning, Brazilian guitarist and composer with a fantastic group of musicians that accompanied him. A great two days off...yeah summertime and the livin' is easy.............

Wagon Wheel PIX

2010-07-03T11:44:00.001-07:00

THE OAKS WERE AMAZING!

Tatantula Hawk attacks Tarantula

2010-07-03T10:43:00.000-07:00

Wagon Wheel Wilderness Park

2010-07-03T10:10:00.000-07:00

Officially, this smallest wilderness park located next to Coto de Caza off Oso Pkwy, is called the Thomas F. Riley Wilderness Park, after a longtime OC Supervisor.
The 5 miles of multi-use trails for bikers, equestrians and hikers is surrounded by Western Sycamores, Coast Live Oaks and monkey flower. We have hiked it once before so getting out there on our bikes was a great way to spend an hour and half early last Saturday morning. The rolling hills, grasslands and canyons of Coastal Sage Brush make for a wonderful, easy and quick escape into nature. I'd recommend this park to first time hikers, bikers, families with small ones in tow. You can wander out into wild and still see your car if you don't or can't walk too far. The views of Saddleback peaks is great from most viewpoints in the park. We rode up Oak Canyon Trail up to Skink Vista point; quite a tough bit of climb but not too long. The string of boy scouts hiking on the distant Pheasant Run Trail looked like munchkins so you get a sense of some space out here and at the same time, neighboring homes surround you...not too close...not too far....a great beginner spot as I mentioned.The history of the park begins.... "In 1769 when Captain Gaspar de Portola and his entourage of 63 soldiers and two priests made their way through this area in search of suitable mission sites along the California Coast." This park became part of a land grant from Governor Pio Pico to his bro-in-law, big time English trader John Forster, in 1845 . Times got tough however, and Forster's heirs sold the land to James C. Flood and the Irish cattleman, Richard O'Neill, Sr. The park was ranch land until it was acquired by the County of Orange from the land owner, Coto de Caza in 1983. We rode under some of the biggest scrub oaks I've ever seen. For such a small wilderness park, the trees were colossal. We always stop and look and listen hoping to catch site of any bit of wild thing moving about. Today it was just lots of bunnies, flies and a tarantula hawk. Now that creature requires a whole blog on its own. An amazing creature, every tarantula's nightmare!!!!!! I'll try an download a video of a tarantula hawk in action....Yikes!!

Casper's Widerness Park Ortega Hwy

2010-06-22T12:36:00.000-07:00

Sunday's hike was first time into Casper's Wilderness park off the Ortega Hwy in San Juan Capistrano. We decided to join an hour guided hike with Park Ranger Andrea and a handful of other hikers. Leah joined me and Al this time. Ranger Andrea was very informative and a pleasure to follow along for an hour. I learned that hummingbirds lick the soft, fuzzy underside of Sycamore leaves and take it back to line their nests. We each checked out the leaves and to my surprise..sure enough.....soft fuzz. I never realized...........We followed her along to the prickly pear cactus. She showed us the pink buds the coyote love to eat....I never knew..........then we walked underneath the HUGE canopy of gorgeous 200 yr old oak trees and took pix of the biggest bed of poison oak I'd ever been near. I learned Native Americans used to feed their infants bits of the leaf to avoid allergic reactions later in life. And that dogs can romp all over the stuff and not be bothered...but better not bet your pooch afterwards!! I didn't know..............Leaves of three, LET IT BE! Ok I will...........Then we passed by this bush, darn didn't write down the name, the first settlers would see this bush and plant fruit trees in the area. This bush is a frost detector. If it was growing well and full, frost isn't problem in the neighborhood! They also used the flower as mini tree decor on the train sets...'cuz it looks just like a mini xmas tree!......whattya know..........Then we passed by this chalky white flower coming off another cactus and we were allowed to touch it and you guessed it....it felt chalky! Neat!.....Then we passed by a type of buckwheat bush that harvester red ants feed off of. Sure enough, a big anthill was very busy right next door. Ranger Andrea told us the Horned Toad, close to being an endangered species because kids are taking them home with them; feeds solely on harvester ants. So if you aren't prepared to supply harvester ants around the clock, leave the Horned Toad in the park! Horned Toads shoot out blood from their eyes when they are threatened! ( I just read up, on line....). I never knew..................After our most pleasant and informative hour hike, the 3 of us returned to the trail and included another loop. Three hours total was a wonderful morning for our first hike into Caspers. We shall return probably closer to fall weather. It's a fantastic wilderness park...and we saw these mtn bike trails.......OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-06-14T16:50:00.000-07:00

Sunday was TRY A NEW TRAIL HIKE DAY....(self proclaimed.)SO we did! Morgan Trailhead is off the Ortega Hwy just beyond El Cariso campground coming up from San Juan Capistrano. You swing a right turn on South Main Divide Rd; paved road :) and drive 2.8 miles to the traihead, nicely posted, a few parking spots in shade. You need a Forest Service Adventure Pass to park.

What a wonderful trail we discovered......AL had decided to try and find this trail for a change of pace, from the listed trails of our Orange County Hiking guide book.

We arrived around 9am. No one else around. A fantastic view from on top of this hill. The trailhead was well maintained, map posted and a sign in sheet a few steps in.

The trail started out under a gorgeous canopy of scrub oaks and a creek running alonside. The single trail meandered through wide openings then narrowed alongside huge boulders. We were so excited by its surprise beauty and grand trees and wildflowers still in bloom. It was cool starting out but warmed up quite a bit as we headed out into the opening, up and over a few small hills, past more boulders, until the panorama opened up with more views into the Santa Ana Mtns. Our trail was 2.3 miles to a junction that continued on to a falls or looped over to another trail that would link up with Bear Trail back to the Candy Store, on the Ortega Hwy.

We turned back at the first junction as heat was pressing in and our food supply was light. We were passed by two horses and riders coming and going. Unfortunately the horses brought biting flies with them. I'd removed my outer layer too soon and left shoulders exposed as we were heading back. The flies just about had lunch on my right shoulder as I screamed and ran trying to fight them off with my hiking poles. Now that would have been a good photo! We were close to the truck so our hike back turned into a run back....I have three welts on my right shoulder. One fly actually bit through arm protectors and drew blood, the little bastard. Nevertheless, we will surely return.....when it's cooler and we are dressed to protect! Too bad the trail does not allow mtn bikes.....it was just perfect for riding...ohhhhhhh yeahhh.....We found that teddy bear laying in the middle of the trail. I couldn't resist posing it for a wild life picture!

2010-06-07T10:40:00.001-07:00

Finally! I made it up to Idyllwild with friends for a mtn biking week-end. The trails we rode were out of Hurkey Creek, just below Idyllwild actually, but we opted for comfort in a mtn cottage in town, while friends camped out at Hurkey Creek. The camping area is really a wonderful park, and kept clean and well maintained by the rangers. (I'd still choose the cottage; very charming, cozy and a comfy bed works just fine,TUVM!!) Three of us took a Fri afternoon ride on part of the trail to get acclimated to altitude and to give me experience before the longer group ride Sat. Oh, it was everything promised...a fantastic singletrack, gorgeous meadows, trees, trees, trees, wonderful mountain vibe and there just before heading up a hill, the biggest mountain lion prints any of us had ever seen...a big one had passed this way probably early morning! I made some noises, rang my bell and sang a happy song as we headed thattaway! Me, Al and Adam rode to Exfoliator, which was the most fun, supercool , mostly singletrack downhill I've ever ridden. It felt like surfing (I can only imagine ),as we undulated back and forth, side to side across the trail all the way back to the campsite. I hailed it as the THE BEST trail I've ever ridden. Saturday morning was even HOTTER as we returned to the same trail with 15+ friends, all spread out, heading up the trail at various speeds and groups. The start up was tough as the sun beat on us ...until we got to the top ridge and rode into some breeze. It was necessary to stop frequently under the shady pines to recoup and rehydrate ourselves. Pictures are not enough to show, to share the feeling I have as I struggle to ride up tough spots, view the beauty all around and successfully make it to the top of the hill, pedaling past all my whining! Being there, in the middle of those mountains, the scent of pines and the whisper of the wind in each tree as I pedal past, is heaven for me. I would like to have shared more pix but riding was the thing, and I kept thinking, I'll save this all in my mind, as I whizzed by. No time to take pix as I concentrated on making the switchbacks and avoiding death cookies (hidden rocks), and ducking my head from low branches. We all three stopped to allow a big (very big) rattler to make its way across the trail. You go right ahead! We hurried it along with a stone throw....carefully of course! The various size boulders were worth a pit stop and a photo! Adam took a great shot of me riding up and over a big boulder. I hope he sends it to me so I can share it! I had to make three attempts but I did it! I used it all up by the time our Sat ride was done. The best thing about the campsite was being with all our friends as day turned into night and all those amazing stars hung there right over our heads............

2010-05-31T19:37:00.001-07:00

Wow, what a great Mem. Weekend. OUT THERE! Bike, hike, bike, bike, bike.....good food, great company!
Our last day out there we headed out on the bike path at 7:30am and headed towards the beach. ALiso Creek bike path , through Laguna Niguel Reg'l Park and lake, cross Crown Valley Pkwy, up Niguel.....thataway..... We got down to Salt Creek in about an hour. We had heavy overcast skies for a bit. But like on cue, 10am rolled in and so did the sun. It was so beautiful! People were out walking, running, riding, kids, pets, everyone heading to the ocean. We rode all the way down to the sand...then rode across the sand at Strands on our skinny tires. We were solo riders on the sand having so much fun. As you can see we had to hike 'em up to the top, then rode back to Salt Creek and back on the bike trail home. Cool breeze kept us smiling as we grunted up a few hills on the return. Whoa, no suspension on these street bikes; gotta watch those bumps on the sidewalk....we NEVER ride in the street, I don't care what they say. Cars are scary! We rewarded our morning trip with a great lunch at Avila's back in Aliso Viejo. I could have ridden all day. But hey, three days in a row, how could I complain? I can't remember last time I rode by a lake and an ocean in the same morning.....

O'Neill Park/Ho CHi Minh Trail

2010-05-23T18:57:00.000-07:00

Another beautiful morning ride from RSM into O'Neill Park. Katie joined me and Spain as we headed up Coyote Canyon, down Vista, back up Coyote Canyon, down Live Oak, to Homestead...well, Katie and Spain headed back up CC but my legs said no, not a second time! So I pedaled around the park 'till they came around the bend. It was a very cool morning but sun shone warm. Gorgeous cumulus, piercing blue overhead, fantastic vistas up top. I'm really getting to like this park!
The 3 of us exited into the Arroyo Trabuco Trail, which winds its way through a mostly dry creek bed, some sand, medium boulders, sycamore and oak trees giving us occasional shade. Two spots of NOT DRY creek crossings had us splashing through avoiding slippery boulders. FUN!
Spain's brake pads gave up the ghost midway down the trail..guess you could say his springs sprung! The man is prepared for everything OUT THERE. He had a new brake pad installed in no time. Me and Katie ate and talked. We were no help to the man, but good company!!
We took Katie on down the trail until it became Ho Chi Minh trail, our favorite second half of the trail. Three more stream crossings going and coming.

MOUNTAIN LION YOUNGSTER SIGHTING! I was in the lead and yelled out, "Oh Look! A coyote!" What did I know? Spain was behind and said.."No, Bobcat! NO!! MOUNTAIN LION!! That's a ML youngster!
We all stopped and watched its "longer than a bobcat tail" disappear into the brush in a flash.
OMG. Yes, no coyote, it was a big kitty. WOW, Spain was all excited because he had finally seen a ML up close and personal, sort of, kind of. Well that made all 3 of us experiencing our first sighting of a ML. I was especially happy it was young, and in a hurry to get back to momma wherever SHE was. It was very cool to see the youngin' I must admit. SO glad I wasn't out hiking. Off we road a bit faster and scanning the meadow as we sailed through.
A wonderful morning ride with our special friend Katie.
Saddleback Mountain is always so beautiful. A perfect spring ride.

Hike-A-Bike!

2010-05-10T17:05:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true, there are many spots I CANNOT RIDE! This rock garden heading up Rock-It in Aliso Woods certainly is one spot. But I talked Adam, Al and Russell into riding up Rock-It this past Sunday because it was cool, a bit cloudy and much more comfortable heading up Rock-It before summer's heat. So off we went!

We stopped a few times and Adam Maywhort of Irvine Ranch Conservancy and our good buddy, gave the 3 of us valuable riding tips on approaching rock steps like these and how to ride over them.

We had watched him climb the rocks just minutes before; looking like a mountain goat, climbing with ease. Adam is truly ONE with his bike, a sight to see, so smooth! We all put it to practice on the next grind up. It helped! I had ridden up this spot once before about a year and a half ago. Today I had improved much and felt more confidence. Views were great.

As we climbed this spot, here comes this 8 year old boy, riding down the rock garden next to his Dad. OMG! Put us 3 to shame. He was smiling all the way down...........amazing!

2010-04-19T09:09:00.000-07:00

Geez....I'm sittin' there taking a break under my favorite sycamore grove in ALiso Woods....not enough riding lately...more hiking...so I'm tired already! A gorgeous spring morning yesterday; warmer than expected but we were rewarded with a lovely breeze on the ride back.

We have been hiking 3-4 mornings a week up on West Ridge here at Aliso.....but I've been riding only once a week up until now.....Work has made it's demands.

I am making changes at work so I can have more time OUT THERE!

The trail at O'Neill park was a big surprise for me. I had no idea how beautiful it was up on the ridgeline. It was no easy Easter morning ride up that grind but well worth the view ....and the speedy and easy single track down the other side. Clouds cover the peaks of Saddleback.....

Next week we have a docent ride lined up through the Irvine Ranch Conservancy at Weir Canyon. Then the following Thurs eve., my first group night ride at Limestone Canyon. The IRC promises an easy "get to know" night ride...and it will be a full moon. Coooool!!

2010-02-01T19:57:00.000-08:00

Back To West Ridge! Trails opened after a "rain fest" these past three weeks. Hikers, runners, bikers, kids, grandparents, they were all out having a wonderful Sunday visit to Aliso Woods as was myself and daughter Leah. Weather was just gorgeous; cool breeze, warm sun.

Ryan McGarrity (6)and his Dad Jim, were at the top of Mathis, ready to descend back down the fire trail on West Ridge. How could I resist a picture of this kid? He was so sure of himself and happy to offer his best smile. His Dad was saying he'd taken a face plant the day before in a rock garden, without a problem. Check out that helmet, those pads, that determination......no wonder he's back on the trail next day.

He asked me.."Do you wanna see me ride down the hill?" Off he goes, full speed ahead, dodging ruts, cornering the trail edge nicely, heading on up the next run, like he'd been at this his whole life....well, I guess he has! Go Ryan! It was sure nice meeting you!

Daughter Leah and I hiked 6+ miles to Top of The World and back.........meeting my biking buddies along the way! It's rather obvious we sure enjoyed ourselves........................

Chantry Flats- Angeles Nat'l Forest

2009-12-21T06:28:00.000-08:00

Oh Glory, another hike out there....this time I discovered Chantry Flats above Alta Dena in the Angeles Nat'l Forest. It was a very cool 50+ degree start but sunshine prevailed, that along with a strenous uphill begin and we warmed up enough to remove my jacket before long.

Chantry Flats is a very popular hiking destination for the locals. It is just below Mt Wilson, which can be reached if you just continue climbing up and following the signs.

We chose Upper Winter Creek to begin our hike and followed through to Lower Winter Creek to return to parking.

The trail was a constant beauty. Winding up and over and down and around and up and down; I wondered; why did they name it Chantry FLAT? There was no flat to be found!

But I must rate this hike as the MOST BEAUTIFUL place I have traveled in my hiking shoes. The dappled sunlight provided gorgeous moments around the turns laid out with giant boulders and dramatic scenes of drop downs below; way down below. The creek winds around and down and through and over there again. We crossed over the creek 's stepping stones and big rocks at least a dozen times. The water was clear and at just the perfect height to enjoy it's sounds and not impede an easy crossing. Shoes stayed dried if you chose your stepping stones correctly!! The rock cliffs, the yellow and orange leaves, the fallen trees, the scent of earthy forest; we looked right, then left , then right to soak in the beauty at every turn.

There were intersections along the trail that direct the hiker to Mt Wilson, just a couple more miles thataway. Next time.
The 6 -7 mile hike took us 3 hours and included a few contemplative rest stops. My almond butter and grape jelly sandwiches I hiked in with never made it out. Nothing like a lunch under giant magic pine trees alongside a bubbling brook with a good friend.

Mountain biking is allowed here but the single track would leave me scared silly. The width of the trail is very narrow in many spots and the penalty for a misstep or misplacement of a knobby tire is a looonnng way down into creek beds.

The trail had a steady flow of hikers on this Sunday morning. The parking lot was just about full when we arrived. Best to get there by 7am on those warmer days to grab a spot.

The final 1/2 mile out was an UP. I had wanted to investigate another 1 1/2 mile trail to a hikers lodge but was advised we'd try it next time. Smart advice. The paved UP, out, had us breathing hard, sweating more than the previous 3 hours and happy to see the parking area again.

Arroyo Trabuco Wilderness Park

2009-11-17T03:56:00.000-08:00

Oh yeah, another adventure on dirt! Me, AL, Steve rode from O'Neill Park in Trabuco campground through the riverbed trail of Arroyo Trabuco, all the way to the beginning of Tijeras Creek trail in Rancho Santa Margarita. The amazing combo of singletrack and paved sections treated us to amazing forest-like sections the locals called the "HoChiMinh" trail.

Pictures couldn't quite capture the beauty of overgrown trees and brush and tunnels of vines we rode through, the creek crossings and surprises around every turn.

At one section I heard some big creature bounding through the crunching leaves off to the left of the trail, I was afraid to take my eyes off the trail in front, as my tires rolled up and over and down and through. But Al and Steve saw it, a big buck running alongside us back into the dense overgrowth.

Our ride was 16 miles in all and a new fun trail we will return to with the rest of the posse as soon as possible, before the rainy season or afterwards.

Al was so pleased. This is the trail right down the street from his new condo in RSM.

FAT TIRE FESTIVAL

2009-11-15T19:15:00.000-08:00

Fat Tire mountain biking festival in Kernville, CA last month was an epic ride adventure for me. Three days in the beautiful Angeles National forest with temp's in the high 80's. THAT was a bonus. The air was clear and clean and crisp in the early mornings, then warming up to fantastic riding weather!

Friday the boys rode up and down Cannell Plunge, while I opted for a solo hike and ride around down, saving my energy for SAt ride up through Portugese Pass and Sunday ride thru Alta Sierra single track heaven.

It was all I'd dreamed of and more. The conditions were perfect from a bit of rain earlier in the week. Tacky, tight, and packed down dirt. Sunday through the forest single track was like a dream ride for me. I'd seen videos of such rides and hoped, maybe some day I'd find myself floating along one of those "E" ticket rides. And there I was.I wish I'd filmed it. Well, I did in my mind! I replay the video when I close my eyes!

GIRL ON BIKE

2009-11-10T16:55:00.000-08:00

Did I mention I'm writing a book? "GIRL ON BIKE, What the Boys taught me about Love, Life and Mountain Biking"...........It's done,or so it seems. Now it's time to get some serious input and some "critiquing" (is that a word?) from the experts. I've included stories from the trail, and chapters featuring 7 guys who have taught me all I know about more than biking. The time is now to get it out there. I feel it! It's very exciting and no matter what, I am determined to see it in print, one way or another.

Now it's visits to Barnes and Noble, visualizing! I have the cover design thanks to Al's fabulous photo of me he took this weekend with his new Kodak Coolpix.

I'm back on schedule with my early morning writing and story telling. Amazing dreams have been coming to me just before I awake and I'm turning them into short stories and essays. Suddenly I feel I have SO MUCH to tell, so many stories, poems, essays to get printed; my passion, my dream since I was 17 years old after traveling to Paris. They say it's never too late. It's time to test that theory for myself.

I'm rearranging my writing studio finally!

TBC....................................

Back to Monroe Truck Trail, Los Angeles Natl Park

2009-10-05T12:15:00.000-07:00

Sunday Oct 4th, a gorgeous cool autumn morning and perfect mountain biking conditions for a return ride up Monroe truck Trail above Glendora.

The first mile in is a rocky, winding creek bed through high reeds and brush surrounded by hills leading us to the start of the single track. Once through the rocky bed, it's a wonderful winding single track on the edge of the mountain. Up, up, up until you turn the corner and are rewarded with a stunning view of the LA basin. Yesterday the partly cloudy blue vista caused a bit of haze but I could still see downtown LA, waaayyy over there.

I climbed faster and further than last time I rode MTT. The deer hunters were out yesterday, honest. They had their bows and arrows wearing camoflouge. It was unsettling to me, the thought of killing any deer.....but then again, I eat meat so what could I say? I told them I hoped they didn't see any deer today.

Back at the truck 3 hours later, I was amazed the ride was over already. It was, shall I say ...easy????

ALISO WOODS WILDERNESS...can't get enough....

2009-09-29T16:24:00.000-07:00

Sunday Sept 27th was an easy bike trail to Aliso Woods, 3 hour ride; well 3 hours total with stops along the way when we wanted to! No agenda, no waiting for anyone else, just a great ride before it heated up. We met up with Edward and Chris and Jeff and Ed coming and going. I passed Michelle Barton and said hello. We stopped under my favorite sacred sycamore grove, stopped at the bottom of Choya, stopped to chat..it was one of those kinds of rides. A Sunday ride in the park. I did a bit of racing on the bike trail and that got the heart rate up and running!

This morning we hiked up on West Ridge again and did record time....4 miles in 59 minutes...oh yeah. I was feelin' so good all morning....................

Finally, stepping down STAIRSTEPS, Aliso Woods

2009-09-22T14:33:00.000-07:00

Sunday Sep 20th, I finally hiked down and up Stairsteps; hike/mtn bike trail in Aliso Woods Wilderness Park. We have ridden and walked past its entrance hundreds of times for over three years and kept repeating..."One of these days...."......Well, Sunday was one of these days.

We started late; 8:30 am. way late for getting started. Al and I are always out on a trail by 6-7am and on what was a hot day, we were sucking down the water before we even got to the trail head...

Anyway.........Stairsteps is a very sharp drop down the side of WestRidge fire trail. And yes, it looks just like a staircase.......big sandstone steps down a singletrack with sharp turns and all kinds of rocks and ledges and drop offs. Technical? That's not saying enough. It's technical all right and only the very experienced mtn bikers, with full face helmets and body armor of various kinds looking to spend some accumulated testosterone should bother taking it on.

We had our hiking poles and I kept repeating, " I LOVE MY POLES!" We got down to the bottom and rested in some shade before finding out what it was like CLIMBING UP Stairsteps! It was not a long hike, maybe 30 min one way.

On our return we kept ears sharp for bikers shooting down the steps. Instead we saw a couple wannabes stopped up at the easy spot, thinkin' and wishin' they had the kahunas for the real thing. But they turned back up with a weak story they'd ridden Stairsteps...NOT!

Wilderness Access Day LIMESTONE CANYON, Trabuco, CA 9-12-09

2009-09-16T13:46:00.001-07:00

What a beautiful ride in Limestone Canyon, off Santiago Canyon road this past Saturday. Irvine Conservancy Wilderness Access Day from 8am-1pm. The group was ready to ride at 7:59am! It was a 1o+ mile ride with more hills then expected! We climbed about 1200' in the first 3 miles. I was so strong climbing this day, beat Al up one hill. Oh yeah! Even kept pace with a couple other guys. I only saw two other women mtn bkrs out there. The views were amazing.

IRC always does a great job of hosting these Open Access days. They have sign ins and extra water to share and very friendly staff; very well organized and efficient. The weather was a bit warmer than expected so there were many times I rested in shade spots and doused my head with water. My challenge is always keeping my head cool on these hot days. It doesn't breathe! I keep my bandana around my neck, wet, and just pour on the water over head as needed.

The Sinks was a beautiful sight, a giant sinking spot along the fire road everyone stops to see.

There were a few downhill spots I walked down, especially near the end...I was tired...ok, exhausted after three hours...and when I have used it all up, my technical downhill skills are kaput soI don't even try; way too risky. So I scrambled down a couple rocky intersections with bike slidin' next to me all the way.

The guys I ride with, Al, Steve, Bob, Phil, Ladera Dave are so helpful, patient, funny as heck. They seem to like having my company too. Whatta know!

Would definitely return to Limestone Canyon...................

Hiking Laguna Wilderness Park. Laguna Beach, CA

2009-08-31T15:16:00.000-07:00

Another hike into Laguna Wilderness park on Saturday the 29th August. Jane Kadoich joined me for her first hike into the park. It was surprisingly cool at 7am for a day that was promising 100 plus. By 8:30 the sun got serious and it cooked us before we finished our hike at 10am.

But we were prepared, had on our hike hats, sunblock, water and hiking shoes.
I shared my new birthday hiking poles with her. I'm a devotee of hiking poles now. They add stability to the climbs and balance to the descends. I also find they help me with my pace and gate. I miss them on even simple hikes. Poles are also a good upper body work out.

Jane kept up really well, so well, I had her lead us back. (She doesn't know how tired I was before we made the top. But I was TIRED and HOT......should have carried more water too! She's a good hiker!)

We also met up with my biking buddies, Steve, Al, Ladera Dave and Bob. They were finishing up their ride in from the Nix Center which joins up on our trail. The sun beating down on us prevented a long stop by chat, so we said hi, bye and off we went.

The plus about the Laguna Wilderness trail is how much shade we can hike under. The cooler cover suddenly shows up enough after being exposed to direct sun. It's a beautiful trail in spring. I've taken some great photos of previous walks there, I'll try and post soon......

Always good to get OUT THERE..........

"Girl on Bike"...finished writing...

2009-08-26T12:07:00.000-07:00

Well, I finished the last chapter of Girl On Bike yesterday......whew..... Now it's time to read through it, make sure I've covered the bases, answered my own questions and told a story that others would really enjoy reading! So far, those who have read some chapters could NOT put it down so they say! I feel like I've given birth...and I have!

This mornings' hike on West Ridge had to be the most amazing one yet. The clear sky, the pink glow above the blue that reflected from the ocean, the orange glow behind Saddleback, views that were unending, clear and crisp. There was a vibration to it all that surrounded me and my companion. He said he could see the glow around me. We walked in silence and breathed deeply, the coolness of dawn and scented sage brush. Pictures taken can never capture the true color. I'm learning that being there, being a part of it and capturing it in my mind, and then on paper, allows me to remember it more completely than photos. I'm always disappointed in the flatness from photos.

You think, "Oh, I'll get a picture of this." Once in awhile you might get a feeling of a moment, but life is about living it, not holding on to a picture of it. I'm getting to the point where it's almost like trying to steal the sunrise. God's creative majesty bursts on the scene so quietly at sunrise. And only those who get OUT THERE are the ones who are blessed with the communion of natures' dawn. This morning we were surely an audience to a birth that included...US.

As I looked up ahead and marveled at the colors of the dirt trail ahead and its' winding, gentle curves, a deer appeared. It stood there for a moment, turned and looked back at us, then disappeared in a blink, back into the brush..........Gentleness, the message of Deer..................

2009-08-03T13:07:00.000-07:00

Just another Monday, wishing it was Sunday so I could ride, or hike and get back to the dirt. It always seems the best times are increasingly...out there. The outdoors is my church, my temple and my happy place. All my cares are left behind in the parking lot until I return to pick them up once more. But I always return with answers to questions, and fewer aches and pains then when I set out that morning.
Here on my blog where I'll share some stories about the trails I ride or hike. I'm almost finished with "Girl on Bike", just a couple more chapters to go. My plan is to complete it by summer's end.
Later.....