The map is not the territory; the story is not the experience; the difficulty can be overcome.
East of the valley, I found Grant Ranch as a dusty, grassy county park whose pond fared better than its roses.
During a dry spell I went looking for vanished waterfalls, and found a babbling brook instead.
Civilized marshlands make for an easy walk in Sunnyvale. Wild country, this was not.
The southern end of the Bay Area Ridge Trail is a decent park that balances civilization with wilderness. But I couldn’t help thinking that its white fallow deer weren’t the only ones fenced off.
I went south to escape mid-July heat, and discovered a wonderful forest that I didn’t want to leave.
My first visit to Sanborn CP was a misadventure in wayfinding and a mismatch of expectations to reality.
Any early clouds had long since burned away. as I climbed trails through Quicksilver Almaden County Park.
Near a town known for surfing, I climbed a mountain on a hot day with people from all around the Bay.
While the sun shone elsewhere, I met a cloud upon a mountainside.