I took a bunch of pictures on our trip that I would like to post on the blog. So I think I will post one a day or one every few days.
This was taken on the Saturday before we left to come back to Spokane. We went down to Big Sur to one of our favorite (and not favorite) hiking places, Garrapata State Park (here is another weird story from that place). The trails along the ocean are stunning. There are views of the rocky coastline and it’s just breathtaking.
Here are some Fisherman on a cliff. I thought they were very brave out there. These cliffs are dangerous.
Raf and I decided to go on our last hike at Big Sur. We decided to carve out some time out of all of our packing to drive down the beautiful Monterey Bay coast and hike at our ususal Big Sur spot, Garrapata State Park. This is where we had that experience last fall where we found an older lady had fallen down a cliff and into the brooke. Remember that? We should have taken that as a sign to never go back there. But no, we just had to go back and take a trail we had never taken before. We decided to take a trail that forms a loop with the trail that we were more familiar with. Actually, that is not entirely true. We had been on this trail before. But we had to turn around because it had just gotten too steep for me to climb up. hmm. another little experience I should have taken into account.
Okay, so we start climbing up. I was really proud of myself at first because I got through the steep parts that I couldn’t get through before. There was a nice, cool breeze from the fog that was coming in. It was challenging but not bad at all. But we just kept going up. I mean, seriously. We kept climbing for what seemed like forever. We would get to the top of one peak, thinking that this was where it would begin to descend to meet with the other trail, but it never happened. We just kept climbing. As we kept getting higher the nice foggy breeze went away and it got hot. I ran out of water. And, still, we kept climbing.
The point of no return was when we reached a bench that was constructed on this big rock at the top of a cliff. That in itself was strange. It was sketchy, first of all. I don’t know how I actually sat on it because I am deathly afraid of heights, and the bench literally looked over this sheer drop. I couldn’t even look out over it. I had my head turned toward land. On the bench was a dedication. It was dedicated to a colonel and it quoted him, “There have been a change in plans.” WTF? What did that mean? Sitting there over that cliff, that little quote was really rather creepy and ominous.
So we sat on that bench and looked at what we had ahead of us. It was another friggen hill. But this time it was scary looking. It was steep. I truly didn’t think I would be able to do it. But, at the same time, I didn’t want to turn around either. I didn’t want to go down the same way I came because 1) it was really steep and 2) it was really slippery due to the loose gravel. So going down the way we came would have been very scary. Thankfully, there was another, older, couple climbing the trail. We watched them for a bit to see how it went for them. Then I decided that if they can do it I can, too. So we did it. I just looked down at the trail and did’nt look to my sides. Raf kept telling me not to look to the sides. I probably would have had a panic attack if I had. He said he looked down once and he got kind of freaked out, and he isn’t afraid of heights.
I was really proud of myself for climbing that last peak. And it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. All in all we climbed about 2000 feet. I didn’t take a picture at the top and I don’t know why.
But then we had to hike down. This is where I started to lose it. I was tired. My leg muscles were shaking with fatigue. It was hot up there, and I was out of water. Getting down was difficult. It was pretty steep and my legs were so tired that I had to lean on Raf to get down some of the steeper parts. This made it take much longer. There was loose gravel on this side, as well, which made the trail slippery. I started to get irritated and crabby. Then I started getting pissed. Admittedly, I threw a couple of tantrums. I was just so exhausted! I think I even flipped off the trail :lol:.
We finally found ourselves in some shade by the little brooke and were able to splash our faces with cold water, which felt good! I really wished Raf had brought his water filter, but he didn’t so not water to drink. We were both so thirsty that we started reminiscing about how good the water tasted filtered from the brooke at Okanogan (in Washington state).
As icing on the cake, we ran into traffic all the way home to Santa Cruz. That was just a nice little addition to an awful experience.
To sum up, I don’t think I ever want to go back to that place, ever. That hike was literally like being in a nightmare. In fact, last night I had a hard time falling asleep because I kept getting flashes of the treacherous cliffs that we encountered, triggering my height anxiety.
And today I am in so much pain. My stomach muscles even hurt.
Raf and I went to go for a hike at the same place where we had that little incident with the elderly woman, Garrapata State Park, in Big Sur. We started to take the same trail, but the creek was just too high for me to cross (I’m a wimp). So we took another trail that took us straight up about a mile. It was hella steep. And it was all in the sun. But it faced the ocean and the view was incredible. We were able to see some whales spouting a few times. It was cool. But the hike up made me really cranky and I couldn’t make it up to the top of the peak. I’m severely afraid of heights and the trail reached a point when it was a little hairy. So we turned around. I feel bad, but oh well. Maybe next time I’ll feel more confident.
Across highway 1 is where I took this pic. There are some trails that wind around above the rocky cliffs. It’s so beautiful. I took a bunch of pics so I will use them for my pics of the day in the next few days :).
Wow…I had a weird experience today… Raffa and I just got back from hiking down in Big Sur, at Garrapata State Park. Beautiful place. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures, mainly because of what happened.
We were hiking along this really rocky and sketchy trail. We were up above, on a little cliff (about 50 feet up) and walking down the trail toward the creek bed, when we heard someone crying for help. Raffa ran down the hill and I came following behind. When I got down there I saw and older woman, around 70 years old, sitting up in the creek. She had fallen about 50 feet down the cliff into the creek! Raf and I helped out of the water and sat her down on the side of the creek. She was all scraped up – her hands and face were all bloody. She was soaking wet. And the the thing that really concerned me the most is that she seemed really confused. I asked her what happened and if she fell down the cliff and at first she said, “no”, but then she said that she didn’t remember. It was obvious that she had fallen down the cliff because Raffa had to climb up it a little bit to get her walking stick.
Raffa decided that he needed to hurry up and get some help so we decided that I would stay with her and he would try to find someone. Just as he was turning to go there were some hikers that came down the hill. I asked them if they could help us and it turns out that thy actually knew the lady really well. I was thanking God at that point! They knew exactly what to do right away and one of the guys left right away to find help. Raffa and I hiked back to the trailhead. The accident happened quite a ways in – it took us about 40 mins to get back to the trail-head, algthough we did kind of walk slow (I was feeling kind of oogily). When we got there the other guys were driving up and parking thier car. They had to drive somewhere to call 911. As we were leaving the sheriff pulled up and then the ambulence pulled up. I felt a better knowing that help was on the way.
It was a miracle that she wasn’t more hurt then she was! I thought for sure when I saw her sitting there in the creek that she had broken a leg or arm, but she only had a few bruises and scratches. She is so lucky.
On the way home we really got to thinking and talking about how fricken important it is to bring supplies when you go hiking – even if it is only a little day hike like what we did. We should have had a space blanket to keep the woman warm, an first aid kit, etc. And from now on we are going to pack a backpack with stuff like that. You never know what you will find…It might not be for you, it might be for someone else in trouble.