Most of the action takes place on the far side from us, which faces out over the Californian central valley and to the Sierra Nevadas. We drove around there this morning, parking on one of the streets that just sort of stops when the mountainside gets too steep, and headed upwards.
We found lots of mud, and a surprising number of runners. All the green grass was growing up underneath the long-dead brush and we may even have spotted some Christmassy mistletoe. We found some mushrooms too, though not the kind usually associated with California.
We didn't make it to the actual waterfalls, defeated by mud, more mud, general laziness, and seven months of pregnancy. It's always good to save something for next time!
Green bits.
Muddy bits.
Bruce Lee trail - strictly for ninjas.
Mini-daffodils make an pre-St. David's Day appearance.
Berries! But all the bears that should be around to eat them are long gone :(
Why did the mushroom get invited to all the parties? Because he was a fungi to be with! The one on the left is ramaria abietina, and you shouldn't eat it.
Does this count as a waterfall? If so, we saw one.
Heading back down.
Mistletoe, maybe.
Leave only footprints, take only memories...if you can scrape the incredibly adhesive mud off your boots before you get into the car.
