So, after a hearty bowl of home fries...the journey began. Down through the famous central coast ag area, passing field after field of green leafy babies being tended to by bent-over nursemaids. My back ached for them....my mouth watered for the fruits of their labor. Slowly the fields gave way to rocky coast, pelting winds, deeeep blue ocean and pounding waves. Again, following our timeless agenda, we pulled over at a random vista point and found a trail leading literally to a cliff. We explored more and I found some rickety old stairs leading down to an even more dangerously exposed rock shelf....perfect for exploring we thought.
Our ultimate destination was Pheiffer Falls...supposedly a 1.5 mile hike to a waterfall. In reality it was a ten minute walk to a jetty of water coming down a rock face into a peaceful little pool......still pretty good. We stopped every few feet to really take in everything that was around us...the hollow redwoods, the geometrically perfect spiderwebs, the fallen log natural bridges. Barrett and Peter acting like boyscouts..
Getting to the falls after scampering over numerous logs and nodding at plenty of fellow touristas (including four 40-somethings who felt the need to inform us "There's no bar at the top!!" while steadying themselves on anything within reach).
Since the orignal hike was pretty short...we decided to take a detour and head up to Vally View...quite a difference in steepness for these three smokers....but the view was worth it.
and one of a gnarled tree for kicks..
next one is a 64 mile round trip hike to a waterfall that falls straight to the beach....training is on!!
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