Posted by Becky
Lost in Wildcat Canyon. Yeah, I DO NOT recommend you copy our foibles this afternoon and find yourself on the completely wrong trail, in the completely wrong direction, on one of the hottest afternoons of the summer thus far. So not a good idea.
For Christmas I bought Alan a book on hikes in Northern California; in theory, one of the best presents I've ever gotten him as it was (1) cheap and (2) about something he likes that we can possibly enjoy together. We took our first hike back in February or March and it was a nice, decent hike ... but the book had a few errors - or rather, bad descriptions - that left us wondering if we were going the right way.
Well, today's hike description led us down the completely wrong road. Key word, road.
As we got to about the half way point (uphill the whole way to boot), we were told to turn left and then take a quick right down Laurel something road. ROAD. So, when we came to the end of the trail and it deadended into an actual, honest to goodness road, we did what we thought we were supposed to. Only, that was WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. Seems about 10 or 20 feet before the trail hits the road there is a little break into another trail that is called the Laurel Ridge Road or something like that. Only, the trail isn't marked. We saw it, but again - NO MARKINGS! So yeah, we walked along the g-d road for what seemed like forever ... realizing that we were only getting more and more lost.
Finally, off in the distance we saw a parking lot. A parking lot that was MILES from the original parking lot where our car was.
(This photo is of the map we found at our end point, not our beginning point ... it's actually a very useful and decent map. If we had had it, this would be a very different post.)
Not knowing how the heck we were going to get back to where we needed to be (truthfully, I don't think we could have made it back ... we'd already gotten lost once and I'm not exactly in the best shape of my life). So we called everyone we knew who might know where Inspiration Point was to come pick us up and take us back to the car. Lame, yes. I know. But practical.
First call? Joe. Unfortunately he was still at work.
Second call? Alan's mom. Unfortunately she was on her way to a hair appointment.
Third call? Alan's dad - at work. I think he might have thought one of us was hurt because he made it over to us in less than 30 minutes ... and he brought cold water. OUR SAVIOR!
Seems he used to run the ROAD we were hiking on the last hour or so back when he lived in Berkeley. He knew *exactly* where Inspiration Point is. Thank goodness. We were both getting cranky and mean to each other so it was wonderful to be rescued.
Of course, I did bring my camera.