The adventures of a FrontCountry MuleWoman. Trail riding in the mountains of Southern and Central California on a gaited Rocky Mountain Mule.
Saturday, August 19, 2017
2017/8/19 Cañada De La Vina, SYVR
We rode the fish trail !
Once again the Santa Ynez Valley Riders were privileged to explore one of the great historic local ranches. Cañada De La Vina is an old Spanish Land Grant property of some 3,000 acres, purchased in the 1800's by the Cooper family, and now remains the last of the similar ranches still remaining in the original family hands. It almost borders the Santa Ynez River, and remains essentially untouched by civilization.
Our hostess Shirley grew up on the ranch, and her father remained living on it well into his 90's. Now she and her grandsons run cattle on it, black Angus crosses, and there are still extensive walnut orchards. The entire ranch is spring-fed, with slant wells that feed 4 1,500 gallon water tanks and troughs for the cattle.
So at her gracious invitation 24 members of the club convened and went for a stroll.
As the map above shows we first ascended a ridge and tracked along through lush forest, then followed steep switchbacks that form the fish's tail in the trail, then followed another ridge up and back down to the pens and gathering area where many of us shared lunch and good conversation before it was time to return to the real world so close by.
Fortunately on what was proving to be a hot day the trail was shaded by old growth oaks.
Many of the oaks were hung heavy with Spanish moss.
Our hostess told us that during the recent drought they would go out and gather moss for the cattle to eat, since there was so little pasturage.
Even now, in August, the grass is toasted away to mere stalks, a mere memory of how lush they must have been this winter.
The forests are filled with twisted oaks, true survivors, searching upwards for their measure of sun.
They reminded me of this quote from Ram Dass:
and a sense of how big and how classically beautiful this wonderful place is.
"This is the California that people came here for."
That resonates for me when I see untouched wildness like this.
4.23 miles in 1.5 hours
No one's animal ran amok, and no one fell off into poison oak.
A lovely time was had by all.
"Leaflets three, leave it be."
The bright beauty of the Toxicodendron diversilobum, poison oak.
"If America could be, once again, a nation of self-reliant farmers, craftsmen, hunters, ranchers, and artists, then the rich would have little power to dominate others. Neither to serve nor to rule: That was the American dream." - Edward Abbey
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