The trails of Joaquin Miller Regional Park called to me this morning. They called bright and early, too. At 6:30, I was abruptly awoken sans alarm, sans cat pouncing on my knees, sans an earthquake. I was just suddenly filled with the desire to be awake. On a day I had planned to sleep in, too. Granted, 6:30 is an hour later than my usual 5:30 wake up call, but still. I was striving for at least 7:00. In any case, I bounded out of bed, checked Google Maps for directions, and dashed out the door (with Ken in tow) without delay. A morning of hiking was upon us.
Joaquin Miller was a difficult park to navigate, entrance and parking wise. We wound up driving towards the Chabot Space and Science Center, finding a group of cars (including one with a vanity plate that read “Hiking Lady”) parked on the side of the road by what appeared to be a trail-head, and followed in suite. As luck would have it, the trail was the exact trail I had wanted to walk — Big Trees. And big trees there were.
The trails were really well marked, though we did not have a map to guide us. We meandered through the redwoods that filtered sunlight and fog alike through their branches. It was exceptionally quiet, even though I knew at least a few roads could not be terribly far from some of the paths we took. There was not much fauna to be seen — a few pet dogs, a giant slug. But the flora was remarkable — ferns, curly-cued plants, giant green leaved something-or others. It made me think I should get a book about local greenery so I could identify things. Maybe even make a spreadsheet of what I see and where…oh, sorry. The dork in me took over for a moment.
And we were finished before ten o’clock. Not a bad way to start the day.
Of course, since I had skipped on swimming this morning, I had far too much energy when I got home. Thus, a short run around the neighborhood was in order to free myself of the excess energy.