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Pinnacles National Park

Pinnacles National Park

Entering the park

Taking advantage of last weekend’s three-day weekend, Kelly and I spent a few days at Pinnacles National Park.  Formerly designated as a national monument, Pinnacles attained national park status only a few months ago and is the country’s newest national.  As compared to other national parks we’ve visited, Pinnacles is tiny, but located only 2.5 hours from our base in HMB, the location is hard to beat.

The park was originally a giant volcano situated about 200 miles to the southeast – near what is now Los Angeles.  Estimated to be 15 miles long and 8,000 feet high, it was a big one.  Unfortunately for the volcano, it was sitting atop the famously destructive San Andreas fault.  Major earthquakes  split the volcano, carrying two-thirds of the mountain up the coast to where is sits currently.  Add 23 million years of wind, rain, and ice erosion into the mix, the site is now littered with  huge spires and two rock caves.

We arrived late Friday to a surprisingly less than full park.  The campground sites themselves are mostly primitive, with one loop shared between tents and RVs.

Our site Friday evening

Our site Friday evening

Saturday, the campground beginning to fill

Saturday, the campground beginning to fill

The RV sites offer 30 & 50 amp electrical, but no water or sewer.  With daytime temperatures surpassing 90 degrees over the weekend we were thankful for the electric pedestals.  Our air conditioner struggled to keep temperatures cool, but we managed to stay comfortable.  For sure, we would have been miserable without the A/C relief.

Like much of California, wildfires are a big concern at Pinnacles currently.  No fires were allowed and signs reinforcing the ban were posted all across the campground, including this one upon entering.

fire danger is high

Fire danger is high

We had plans for trail hikes both Saturday and Sunday so we awoke early in the morning in an attempt to beat the heat.  Comforted with the knowledge Lilly and Moo Moo would be cozy in the Airstream with the A/C blasting, we set out Saturday.

The destination of our first hike was the Balconies Cave.  Roughly six miles in duration, the trail starts out mostly flat with some limited shade, courtesy of the high rocks.

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The low lands of the Old Pinnacles Trail

About two miles into the trail, we began approaching the first of many spires.

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The first set of spires

Suddenly the mostly open trail contracted and Kelly and I found ourselves in a canyon-like area.  Gone was the leisurely dirt trail requiring us to  begin scrambling rocks and boulders before quickly arriving to the cave.

Approaching the cave

Approaching the cave

Entering the Balconies Cave

Entering the Balconies Cave

Low ground on the Old Pinnacles Trail

Inside the cave

It goes without saying that visibility inside the cave is limited.  Actually, there is no visibility – zero.  As advised, Kelly and I brought headlamps.  Within the picture above, the bright circle on the center is my headlamp … Kelly is further ahead, looking back towards me.

Comprised of thousands of boulders resting atop one another, the cave trail is about half a mile in length.  Once we got past the eery thoughts of being squished like ants, we continued along the trail, scrambling over boulders and squeezing between narrow access points.

Once through the cave, the trail opens, continuing again.

Exiting the cave

Exiting the cave

We decided to connect to another trail on the return back to camp. This trail was completely exposed and with temperatures well into the 90’s conditions were crazy hot.

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Not surprisingly, the spires lure many climbers into the park, including the guy in the picture below (see climber in white clothing near bottom right).

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Perhaps due to the heat, Kelly and I had the trails largely to ourselves.  The heat was a drag, but it is always nice to enjoy empty trails.  I was a little disappointed with the cave itself, but overall, we had a really nice hike.

Portola Redwoods State Park

Portola Redwoods State Park is great park located about 30 minutes from our home in HMB.  We had not yet visited, so Kelly and I took Lilly there to explore the area today.

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Welcome to the park

Like other California state parks, most of the trails are off-limits to dogs, but fortunately dogs on-leash are permitted on paved roads.  This is not one of California’s giant parks which if you’re a dog owner I think is an asset.   Most of the roads are quite narrow and open mostly to park vehicles, effectively making them more like a path in the woods.  Utilizing a retractable leash, Lilly was able to easily access plenty of interesting things to sniff.

Giant Redwoods

Giant Redwoods

This particular park is mostly a tent campground, although there were some smaller RV’s and trailers present.  The park literature suggests that no trailers longer than 20′ enter the grounds.  I do think that a few sites could accommodate our 27′ trailer, but I would not even try as navigating through the park with a trailer of that length in tow would be a real challenge.  It’s times like these when a pimped-out Class-B would be perfect.

Water tank

Water tank

In our case that is not an option, so I think we will return with a tent and partake in some really nice car camping.

I’ll also note that there is absolute no voice or data coverage – the giant Redwood trees block all access.  Consequently, don’t come here if you’re looking to work remotely and need connectivity.

A giant banana slug - very common on the park

A giant banana slug – very common on the park

All in all, this is a really nice park, especially given the close proximity to HMB.  There are a number of really interesting trails and if dogs were  allowed, this place might be perfect for us.

Lilly and I crawling atop a felled tree

Lilly and I crawling atop a felled tree

Kelly being Kelly

Kelly being Kelly

Campground amphitheater

Campground amphitheater

Abandoned ranger house

Abandoned ranger house

Abandoned fire fighting equipment

Abandoned fire fighting equipment

One of the park's bridges

One of the park’s bridges

This guy has seen better days

This guy has seen better days

Never Again

Yesterday our plan was to drive south along the coast and nestle ourselves into a quiet dispersed site located in the foothills about 40 miles of Big Sur.  We left HMB early in the morning with hopes of avoiding holiday traffic, but also in order to arrive to our campsite with ample time to celebrate America’s birthday.

What should have been a simple 3 hours or so of driving proved to be just the opposite.  Who knew that on arguably the largest outdoor holiday of the year, hundreds of people flock the beautiful HW1 in rented convertible Mustangs and other ‘touring’ coupes appropriate to perfect sunny conditions.  Add to mix, minivans filled to maximum capacity with camera-totting families and other tourists keen to stop at every scenic vista, and just for fun toss in lots of touring bicyclists* … our plans quickly went to hell.

But that was the good part of our day.

A few hours later than anticipated, we finally arrived to the Los Padres National Forest, and begin ascending towards the campsite.  Unfortunately, the campsite was a bit too remote.  In addition to a series of steep switchbacks, the road quickly narrowed, often single-land in size.  More, I was increasingly concerned about our ability to actually clear the roads.  Don’t forget, we were pulling our home  – there is no room for error.  Finally, I was increasingly concerned with the quickly rising transmission temperatures accompanying the very steep road.

At one point I actually pulled onto a turnout, unhitched the trailer and continued driving towards the campsite.  While a major pain in the ass, this decision proved to be a good one as we would not have made it much further with the trailer as the roads were simply too windy to accommodate a truck/trailer combo of our length.  Further, we would not have had any place to safely attempt a turn-around.

What a cluster-fuck.

After a bit of arguing about what to do next, Kelly and I devised a game-plan.   We decided to visit s few of the state parks which litter the coastline in hopes that maybe – just maybe – one of them had a cancellation we could use.  If so, perhaps we could salvage the weekend.

We are so naive  – no way that was happening.  This is the 4th of July – every yahoo and their dog is visiting a state park this weekend, no less the highly coveted parks literally a stones throw from the ocean.  We would have had better odds finding an atheist attending church.

Inconveniently, about this same time we were running low on gas and fortunately for us we happened to be about 7 miles from the only gas station for nearly the next 60 miles.  At $6.79 per gallon (for regular) they were happily selling to anyone buying.  What’s not to love about capitalism and the laws of supply and demand?

Never again will we allow ourselves to be without a secured location on a major summer holiday.  Recognizing failure, we accepted defeat with our heads low and decided to return home.  Unfortunately, as captured within the pictures below, the traffic was horrific.

But at least the views were nice.

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Northbound – slow going.

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The long snaking of cars to the south.

So to recap the day – we didn’t find any super awesome serene campsite, paid exorbitant prices for gas, and drove 320 miles to nowhere, only to return to our RV park full which is packed with knuckleheads burning campfires spewing more smoke than fire.

*  While I am absolutely a huge advocate of cycling and one day hope to complete a major bike tour of myself, I felt many of these cyclists simply didn’t mix well with the added traffic to the already overcrowded HW1.

Morning Hike

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Hiking the trails at McNee Ranch State Park

Itching to get outside, Kelly and I took Lilly out for 2-hour hike this morning, our destination being McNee Ranch State Park.

Located roughly fifteen minutes north of our base in HMB, about half of the park’s trails hug the famous Highway-1, offering breathtaking views of the coastline.  High above the road, the sights from the ocean-view trails today were hit-and-miss, as was the weather … the result of a lazy Sunday morning marine layer  which hadn’t yet burned itself away.

Despite the lack of consistent sun, the walk proved to be a great start to our day.