It was a grey, overcast day, but when you’re under a canopy of ancient redwoods, the color of the sky isn’t too important. It’s just a different experience than a sunny day when rays of light dance about the leaves. The trail was a loop. I had read one review that stated that part of it wasn’t dog friendly. I stood at the trailhead and found confirmation that my companion was not allowed passage. A big dog with a line through it meant it was a no go. However, this trail was actually a combination of two different trails, so we headed down the road to meet up with the back end of the trail to see if we would be allowed to walk back some ways up the mountain.
It took some searching across the road and down a private driveway and back up again and then down another road to find the hidden trailhead. But alas, there it clearly was... and our fate sealed: No Dogs Allowed.
I had driven close to an hour on Christmas morning and could not figure out how the one reviewer managed to salvage a hike out of the dead ends for dogs. I gave up, unable to see another trail we could take and headed back to Muir Beach.
It wasn’t a complete loss. We still had the rocks on the beach to climb on.
Tucker politely bowed in front of all the gifts.
While this delightful caterpillar did last a few days, its head became much more festive and explosive within a matter of minutes.
While the trail yielded no grand journey, the day was an adventure. A drive over the Bay Bridge, some time with nature, a moment of thanks for the plenty our lives have, and ending it with friends—a bounty that is immeasurable.