Calla coming back in from her constitutional out back. She strolls out to the brick border on the right around the corner and sits out there a while then comes back in.
I took my own walk again – this time I drove out to the trailhead at Wildwood Park just to the west a few miles. I didn’t think I would do anything too tough, but I ended up doing 5 miles. Much of it was more or less flat.
The park was where a lot of westerns were filmed in the 50s – Gunsmoke, for one. The butte – like hills to the north sure do look familiar. This whole area is a large plateau near the sea – you can really tell this when you drive west and the highway drops nearly a thousand feet to sea level in a couple of miles. At the edge of this park is a gorge that the paths skirt that is very deep with vertical sides emptying out north through a split in the hills into the Santa Rosa valley. Great views, although at times you really notice that the dirt trail is at the very edge of a huge drop. There was one place where there was a split in the ground making a fissure showing you that the whole trail was on an overhang.
So this part was all pretty much flat but I wanted to get to this waterfall called Paradise Falls. I know what they mean – a stream with actual water in it is so alien to this part of the country in the summer. It is in another gorge that a path circles around and heads down into. It is fairly steep, and the last part had to be hacked out of rock on one side of the stream.
There were a lot more people on the trails than the ones I have been frequenting. Sometimes that’s nice. There was a horse and rider coming back as I was going out, which was cool.
I got home early enough that everyone got to go outside in back.
Some just liked having the door open for the breezes.