CUT THE LOSSES
I guess you can say I was 2 out of 5 for the long weekend. That is a pretty lousy score if you want to keep score.
My hope was to get to two brand new waterfalls on this day. It started off well. In the dark. It was very dark. Walking down that logging road in the dark. With lots of spooky things around me making noises in the bushes. Some of those things sounded pretty big. And they sounded like they were stalking me. In the dark. But all I saw were a couple bunny rabbits. And they were not of unusual size if you know what I mean.
Things were all good until I hit the poison oak. The road ended. The brush began. I was not expecting that brush, I thought it would be an easy walk down to the bottom of the canyon. But that poison oak was monstrous. It was all over the place. I did not, I repeat did not, want to pound my way through all that. It was still a long way to the bottom, and no end in sight to the brush or oak. I decided to call it and hike back up the mountain. Even so, I think I got in a bit too much of the oak. Indeed, I did get a bit of the rash, but fortunately only a small bit.
Well, I was really bummed about missing out on getting to these new waterfalls. I will have to re-plan and hopefully try again at Christmas time. But all was not lost. It was still early enough, that I thought perhaps, possibly, maybe, potentially, I might have time to hop down to Montgomery Creek Falls before it got in the sun. Whenever I want to go to that one, it always seems too late in the day, and too sunny, but today it was earlier since I ended my hike early. I scrambled down to the bottom of the canyon, and just barely, by the skin of my teeth, it was still in shade. I just had enough time to take a couple decent shots. It salvaged a disappointing day.
This is a fairly popular place, and easy to get to, and thus that means a lot of stupid people will come down here and leave their trash. I saw quite a bit and so picked it up on my way back up the hill. There was one old plastic bag that broke apart in my hands, getting plastic pieces all over me. It must have been down there a couple years, it was so old. I find it hard to believe that so many people could walk right by this trash for two years or so and not bother to pick it up (it was right beside the trail). Really, people? Why do we have to trash such beautiful places? Is it really so hard to pick up your litter and take it back to your vehicle? It seems to be the thing now for people to litter. The other day we were walking through a parking lot, and some guy on a bicycle came by and threw his bike light on the ground and kept going. I thought he just dropped it, so I said hey, you dropped your light. But he said he knew and just kept right on going. What??? You don’t want your light so you just throw it anywhere? You can’t go 1 minute out of your way to the trash can? Oh man, it just makes me so angry. Thus ends another rant. Have a nice day everyone.