As you can see from the map we went up and over and then came back.
So here Tobe gazes at his compadres, Woody the white, and Mosca the black.
On Jamie's trailer you can see this sticker I made for her.
Of course Mosca is on top.
We checked in at the kiosk that SHOULD show the trails, but it does not.
In typical government inefficiency a giant YOU ARE HERE covers any possible detail of the trails. It shows the entire state park, all the way to the ocean, and many of the trails are degraded and no longer passable for equines.
Whenever we get to high points and look back down on the people speeding by on the highway I think how sad it is that none of them have ever taken a hike up here. They whiz by and never know that this lovely bit of forest is just above them.
Altogether a splendid location for a Sunday Church of Equine Enthusiasm.
I always like to see this set of trees. They feel like such survivors, bent and tangled and leaning into each other to withstand the onshore winds.
But then there are the bicycle tracks and skid marks in the dirt that remind us to keep a sharp eye out for anyone racing the trails on wheels, moving very much faster that we do.
Then I did my stupid thing of the ride.
If you look right in the middle of the mountain you can see the zig-zag track of the route from the parking lot to the hot springs and then all the way to the peak.
I think it tires Tobe out just remembering climbing it.
But there was no time to relax.... all the animals alerted to the sound of a motorcycle speeding toward us on the trail.
We shouted at him to stop, so he pulled over and the animals passed by, wary and nervous.
I explained that what he was doing was illegal, that bicycles are allowed on these trails but no motorized vehicles are allowed in any State Parks.
That was received with a big "Whatever."
There was no license on the motorcycle and he was in an obscuring helmet, so surely he figured he was able to break the law with impunity.
I told him I had his photo and would turn it in to the Authorities.
When he heard that he gunned his engine and roared off, spurring Tobe Mule to jump forward.
I really didn't know who I might report it to, never having had this happen here before, but amazingly as we got back to the trailhead we ran into
We explained our encounter, and he went up the trails searching for the motorized speeder. He said that based on the photo I sent him the motorcycle's ccs were too high, although presently the "electric bicycles" are still being debated in the courts as to whether they will be allowed access on the trails.
We want it kept for hikers, equines and bikes. The bikes scare us enough, we can't contemplate motorcycles!
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