Thursday, May 12, 2011

Aliso Canyon Trail Ride 5-12-11

A ride from Rancho Oso on Paradise Road, across the Santa Ynez River to the Aliso Canyon Trail, then back around through the canyon past the Upper and Lower Oso campgrounds, in the front country range of the Los Padres Forest in Southern California.
Length: 7.5 miles
Duration: 3.5 hours
Difficulty: Strenuous. Steep drop offs and loose shale areas on the canyon sides, narrow single track trail with very steep ascents and descents.
Altitude gain: 860 ft
Grade: II


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On a lovely day in May I was invited to go for a trail ride in the Santa Ynez Mountains by a visiting equestrian from Palos Verdes Estates. She has camped in the area a lot, and was eager to have a companion for a trail I had not yet gone on, so I was pleased to say yes!

We started out at Rancho Oso, and walked down towards the river, past the big field where one of the longhorn cows gave Tobe the stinkeye.

Tobe is a Kentucky Mule, so even these rather impressive Texas longhorns ain't no big thing to him. And besides, THEY have to stay in their barbed-wire fenced area, while he and I were off to an adventure! Nobody is roping US!

Off and away, up into the hills for a challenging trail ride on a very beautiful Spring day. Wildflowers in bloom everywhere, and the stream full of tadpoles.

At the Upper Oso Campground there is a water trough for mules and horses, a very welcome sight for the thirsty steeds. Right now there is water everywhere for them to drink in the river, but on summer rides this trough is very important.


At the top of the Upper Oso Campground the equestrian part of the trail sign has been seriously defaced. What's up with THAT ?

This part of the Aliso trail was completely washed out in April, and when we reported it to the Forest Service they told us that because of a lawsuit brought by Forest Watch, a local "environmental group," there was an injunction stopping the Forest Service from repairing it.
But the camp host at Upper Oso told us that little elves had come magically in the night and the trail has been repaired! The chasm has been filled in, and a new trail carved up above the part that fell away, shown here on the right. Quite professionally done. Thanks elves!

We climbed up above the Upper Oso campground, completely deserted at present because the river is so high that cars can't get back there So no campers, just hikers and equestrians.
We ran across a few healthy people with their dogs, all of us out experiencing the primordial California landscape that looks just like it always has.

Then we had to make a decision, take the Aliso Loop back, or brave the Aliso Canyon. We chose to do the challenging canyon, which the "trail update" from Rancho Oso says is only for experienced riders "above marker 15." We didn't know that, so we started at marker 20 and headed down..... 
and I just could NOT take any pictures. 
Next time! 
I give all confidence and faith to the hoof power of my marvelous mule, but some parts of that trail were only 2' wide and made of shale, teased out of a sheer mountainside, and I did not have any place I felt like I wanted to ask Tobe to interrupt his momentum and let me play tourist with iPhone snapping pictures. We kept going!
I am committed to the idea of Tobe and I becoming a centaur on the trail, and he being a mule I negotiate as much as I can. On a trail like that canyon I concentrate on keeping my balance steady, and letting him take care of getting us safely through. He is as sure footed as his race is known for, so on those sheer canyon walls I just kept a positive thought and let him get me where we wanted to go.

And eventually found ourselves in a beautiful part of the river, wide and still very deep, completely empty and silent except for the melodious sounds of hawks and songbirds.

Some places were deep enough to swim, but we left that for another day.
Afterwards Tobe and I accompanied our riding companion and her Tennessee Walker back to her campsite at Rancho Oso. We were sitting chatting when suddenly she asked "What is THAT?" and pointed at a juvenile red shouldered hawk perched in a thicket of branches just across the trail.
She'd been camping there all week, and knew there was a hawk nest above her tent. We determined that it must have fallen and not be fledged enough to fly. I shinnyed out on a fallen log, braved poison oak, and snagged the little guy. I first offered him a branch to bite, figuring better that than my gloved hand, but he was too weak to put up much of a protest and my training from working at the SB Zoo gave me the technique to nab him with little ruffling of feathers. 

I could have chosen to "let nature take its course" because hawks are known for continuing to feed and care for fallen chicks, but there were crows beleaguering the parent bird up above us, there were a hundred Boy and Girl Scouts coming to Rancho Oso for this weekend, and a bobcat prowls those campsite areas. I decided that I was meant to perform an intervention, and am very grateful that I knew there are wildlife pros who are so kind as to give the critter a second chance.





                 It took quite a few calls (on cell phones with poor reception at Rancho Oso) to figure out the right thing to do. First I called my pal at the Natural History Museum, where I have taken roadkill to become study skins. She can only take dead ones! Then I investigated taking him to the raptor facility on the Natural History Museum grounds, thinking that they could care for him. But they only take in permanently disabled birds who are then ambassadors to the public. They do not rehabilitate for release. So I arranged to take him to 
The Santa Barbara Wildlife Care Network at their Fairview center:
http://sbwcn.org/rehabilitation-center/about-the-center/
who will know just what to do and are now on the job. 
When I worked at the Childs' Estate Zoo while at UCSB I helped with the oil slicked birds people would drop off there, and used the same kind of slow approach to nab this guy. The hardest part was balancing on the log in the poison oak and getting him back out of the underbrush without dropping or hurting him. Because he was so passive we think he was very dehydrated, and maybe I got there just in time.
For those who wish I could have put him back in the nest, it was WAY high in a slick-trunked aspen about 40 feet up, and there were no forks in the tree he might have been placed in. And I was quite sure that if I could get at him on the brambles he was perched in a bobcat could too. I am quite aware of the rule of natural selection, and if he'd been out in any of the wild places I traveled through earlier in the day his time would have been up. But there he was, right in front of me, and I did what I could. It is ironic that he was a red-SHOULDERED hawk, since I thought he was a red-TAILED hawk who had no tail feathers yet to speak of.
So, a random act of kindness rounded out my day, and out there in the harsh real world of the back country plenty of other baby birds will join the food chain and be someone's lunch without human intervention. This one's destiny was to present me with a challenge.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Arroyo Burro Trail Ride 5-11-11

A ride from the end of Paradise Road, across to Rancho Oso to the Arroyo Burro Trail, up to Camino Cielo, then back down the Arroyo Burro Road, in the front country range of the Los Padres Forest in Southern California.
Length: 12.1 miles
Duration: 6.25 hours
Difficulty: Moderate. Well maintained private trails leading to single track forest trail, steady climb with many switchbacks. Arroyo Burro Road is a wide service road accessible to vehicles.
Altitude gain: 2150 ft
Grade: III

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The road back into the Upper Oso Campground is still closed after the winter rains, the river crossing considered too deep for all but the most rough and tough cars, so it is a magical Spring of almost deserted natural wilderness. 

The kiosk at the end of Paradise Road. If you have an annual Adventure Pass you can park free, or you can buy a one day pass. We drive our mule and horse trailers to this spot and leave them, and then ride on across the river and into the trail system.

The road is currently submerged, impassable to all but the sturdiest vehicles. And mules! Today it was about 2' deep on the concrete roadway. We did previously try to cross in the river upstream but it was WAY deep, and I was in over my knees. That was the point at which Tobe Mule decided to balk, he didn't like the idea that it was looking like his next step was going to get him swimming, and I let him make that call. We walked back to the river road and went across there.

We went along the river on the trails in the willows, and then crossed over to walk through Rancho Oso. This is the first of the horse paddock campsites down by the river. They are a great resource, with room for cars right next to pole paddocks.

                                      
After walking through Rancho Oso we walked through the landscape turning sere with the heat, and headed up the Bathtub trail into the cooler forest.

Wild, challenging, and inviting. The ridge crest is Camino Cielo, and it is possible to follow the trails all the way from the river to the ridge top.

At a high point in the trail we can look back across the valley towards the interior of the Santa Ynez Mountains across the river.

An unexpected treat, a waterfall deep in the woods.

The shady trail leading upward. I saw maidenhair ferns, oak, maple, aspen, bay, white sage, hummingbird sage, penstemon, monkey flowers, wooly blue curls, asters, and more wildflowers I don't know the name of yet.

Coming up onto the Arroyo Burro Road, Forest Service Road 5N20, just below the Gun Club. We sped up and headed back down at this point, we could hear gunfire popping and there were shotgun shells all over the road and we didn't want to stay there for a Mad Max Mule Moment.
That tiny white bit in the green between Tobe's ears is Rancho Oso, 3 hours below us.

Tobe posing for a portrait, contemplating the splendid vista of the Santa Ynez mountains. 
Whatta guy!

The trail update from Rancho Oso says that the Matias Trail is currently washed out from the winter rains, but we took note of the route and made a pact to explore it soon.

This sign has been there for DECADES, mute testimony to the guy who cut the letters out of the metal and didn't think about the fact that the metal post welded behind it would obliterate the B in Burro.


The sign for the White Oaks Camp, used by the exclusive all-men's Santa Barbara Trail Riders.
A ride from the end of Paradise Road, across the Santa Ynez River to Rancho Oso, then up the canyon on the Arroyo Burro Trail, and back down on the Arroyo Burro road. In the front country range of the Los Padres Forest in Southern California.
Length: 12.1 miles
Duration: 6.25 hours
Difficulty: Moderate. Well maintained private trails leading to steadily climbing unobstructed forest trails.
Altitude gain: 2150 ft
Grade: III




 Trail sign for the various routes around the Santa Ynez river. The trails are well marked, and very under used, so the Los Padres National Forest remains a resource open to all and accessible with just a little effort. I for one have a goal to explore and document as much of the area trail system as I can.

The clubhouse at Rancho Oso with the deck built around one of the magnificent oaks. A lovely place to end the day's journey and plan to return.







Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Lake Cachuma Ride 5-4-11

A ride on the Live Oak Camp property adjacent to Lake Cachuma, behind Santa Barbara, in Southern California.
Length: 5.4 miles
Duration: 2.75 hours
Difficulty: Easy. Clear trails, wide and open, rolling hills with moderate climbs.
Altitude gain: 680 ft
Grade: I


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Overlooking Lake Cachuma

Looking down onto the Santa Ynez River

Looking at Lake Cachuma from the bluff 


This was my very first attempt to embed photos, and I didn't have a handle on the technology yet.

But the project has begun!