2017 (39)
2018 (68)
2019 (88)
2020 (79)
2021 (86)
2022 (83)
2023 (72)
The morning started with the personal bad news that dad's condition went
downhill and the general bad news of the spread of the coronavirus. With teary
eyes from allergy, I sneezed a good deal before heading out for Mission Peak.
Today was cooler and less windy than Saturday. I started ascending from the
Ohlone side at 8:50am, reached the summit at 10:00am, arrived at the Sandy Wool
lake at 11:15am, took a rest, came back on the peak at 1:08pm, took a rest, and
it was aroud 2:10pm when I got back in the car.
This was the first time I visited the Milpitas side of the Bay Ridge. Descending
south-ward from MP, I ran on the hard-packed dirt road with welcoming grass
patches in the middle which cushioned my landing. The white cattle on this side
seemed a different breed from the black ones seen around MP. For a large part of
the trail, I found I was surrounded by friendly reddish yellow flowers scattered
on the green hills. Upon asking, I was told they were California wild poppies.
They looked familiar and I later remembered they were exactly the type in a
friend's WXC logo.
This segment was desolate compared with the Fremont-side trails and I met only
one lone gray-haired 60-ish hiker to the Monument Peak, the summit to the south
of and even higher than MP. Ed Levin park looked vast, verdant, and peaceful
from above and as I moved closer, more people showed up, mostly couples and
families.
It was delightful to meet Daisy, a cute west highland white terrier in a bright
red collar. She turned around and paced me for about 10 yards among the callings
of her friends before I stopped and she was scooped up. I found the restroom and
water fountain beside the lake, took a rest, and finished the food in my
pockets before heading back on the trail.
I thought I had enough water but the 16-oz squeeze bottle ran out soon after the
middle of the climb. I met the hiker again who complimented me on running in Xeros
(The Xero sandals were going mainstream as I found that REI was carrying Z-Trails now).
He had a replaced knee and only came up once a week these days. After saying
goodbye, I regretted that I had not asked for water and food. By that time, I
had sweated out too much salt. I started to feel thirsty and weak and had to
walk more.
The legs and feet were still OK when I re-surfaced on Mission Peak, in a blue
jacket, faded blue Levi's jeans, and black sandals. Nothing special. It felt
good to be anonymous. I'd rather look like a hiker trying to run a few steps
than a runner armed with a whole gamut of ultra-running gear walking. The last
descent constantly reminded me of practicing good landing techniques and I kept
at it as if in meditation.
Finally, after over 5hrs of trail running, the lessons were
- drink, and
- eat.
So this is the season for the poppies. I saw them before, in your posts, e.g., and would have guessed but asked a hike just for sure. It's good to know it's State flower.
I'll take two bottles from now on.
That's my logo:)) I posted many poppy pictures in my blogs. Twice in 2019 alone, 3/9/2019 and 4/16/2019:) Golden poppy is California State flower.
Like the ending:) Hope you drank a lot of water later, and your dad's condition stablized.