It wasn’t easy but Meg and I finally chalked up another trail. The Damnation Creek Trail — it’s been in our sights for months. In Gasquet, new friend Martha suggested it early in our stay, probably back in July or August of last year, but a collaborative effort just never happened. Then this week Kasumi did the trail, raved about it, and, bang, it was back on our to-do list.
For me, the first step is always the toughest. I don’t mean the first step of the trail, I mean the first step out of the house. Either I’m freaking on leaving Anton or I want to chill, or, surprise, I want to finish up a project. It’s just hard for me to motivate. This time I just went with the flow, got in the car and drove, and set off with the goal of getting out of my head and into something new. And it worked. The tall trees helped.
The trail is burst of beauty that take you from misty redwoods with water literally dripping from their branches to scrub and then sand. The old growth grove that kicks off the trail has some of the tallest and biggest trees I’ve seen. It’s a fast descent among redwood, a walk through massive spreads of fern with an endless carpet of redwood sorrel on all sides. Near the endpoint, the sound of the creek percolates in the distance. Bridges are crossed. And then after topping a grassy ridge, the Pacific Ocean.
Damnation Trail packs a lot into a short two miles. The return climb had us breathing hard (for about 20 minutes).
Finally. A day off that we didn’t spend shopping for sinks or stocking up on dish soap and paper towels. Finally.