I
had such plans for the weekend’s hike – but you have to roll with the flow, as
they say.
Bryan
was to have met me at my house at 7:15 but he forgot to set his alarm clock (I
did not know that until later that evening) so I went on to the trail head by
myself since I was supposed to meet somebody else there at 8:00 and didn’t want to
be late. However, when I pulled in to the parking lot there was nobody there. It
looked like I was on my own for the hike.
That’s
when I noticed the pile of bear scat in the middle of the parking lot. I went
over to inspect it and saw that it was a few hours old. “It’s probably safe
enough; that bear is long gone by now.” I said to myself.
Then I went over to
the trail head to read the notices posted there – and found another pile of bear
scat. When
I inspected this one, I found that it was much fresher. Like, only maybe half
an hour old. This one had me a little bit concerned (a lot) but I really wanted
to go hiking… so I made myself a compromise: if I see one more pile of scat,
I’ll turn around.
Sure
enough, not 20 feet in was another pile.
That’s
when I decided that maybe I didn’t really want to hike this trail after all,
and maybe a drive down the coast was a better idea.
And
what a pretty day it was! I pulled over at several scenic overlooks, walked along
a few trails by the ocean, and just generally had a nice day out.
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