What a gorgeous day for a mellow walk up the Gene Marshall. Ruth and I woke late and enjoyed our coffee in the back yard under crystal clear blue skies. It was the kind of morning that people move to Southern California for, and I just basked in it, book in hand. Obviously, such a day is not meant to be spent entirely in blissful sloth. So around 10:00 we got off our butts and drove up to Rose Valley for a sunny day stroll.
We meandered up trail through Las Piedras Blanca, the bizarrely weathered extrusions of glaring white sandstone for which the area is named. We followed the route through formations and descended into the Piedra Blanca drainage. This is a super mellow walk and we just kind of ambled along in the sun, enjoying being out, together.
Before long we arrived at Piedra Blanca Camp. This sweet little spot on the creek is shaded by the massive arbors of ancient oaks. On one of the rocks near the camp one can spot the two pictographs shown above. We dropped our pack and pulled out a simple lunch of fruit and nuts with cheese. The sound of the warm spring breeze whispering through the old oaks combined with the pleasant burbling of the nearby creek, lulling me into a post-lunch sedation. We stayed there, under the oaks, for quite a while before heading back the way we'd come. Nice little 5 mile walk and the perfect day for it.
|Piedra Blanca Creek from just above PB Camp.|
|Las Piedras Blanca|