The day dawned foggy and there looked to be a chance of rain, but knowing that summer heat will soon be upon us we were not deterred from the plan to MeetUp and ride out from Live Oak Camp. The group I rode with did 5 miles in 2 hours, and two of the number were more ambitious and headed off and stayed out for a third hour.
I loaded up Tobe mule and headed up the pass, climbing into dense fog. This curve normally gives a vista of the beautiful valley behind the coastal range, but today it was pea soup.
But Live Oak Camp was not drizzling, just a cooling fog resting above us.
Almost at the top I stopped to attempt a panoramic. Dang mule flopped his left year and doubled it!
The trees we are traveling through are known as red oak,
and this gash in a recently cut trunk clearly shows why.
Whether clinging to a hillside or standing sentinel in a flat plateau,
the Live Oak is the most important flora here.
And wherever we ride in this magnificent preserve there are always mountain vistas on the horizon
that hint at what could be explored.
"The world is full of magic things,
patienty waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
-- W.B. Yeats
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