29 April 2017

Bill Wallace Trail

El Capitan State Beach

Link to map.

The Sherpa Fire burned through much of the foothills around El Capitan almost a year ago, but the area is open to hike the Bill Wallace. I park on the dirt lot at the entrance to Ocean Mesa Campground. There is a sign that points around the corner along a bit of campground road out to the hills. From the road, a slot has been mowed through the tall mustard to the old sign saying "easy" to the right and "hard" to the left. The fire did not quite get everything.

Bill Wallace Trailhead
The start of the Bill Wallace Trail.

red winged blackbird upon mustard
A red winged blackbird sits atop a bit of mustard as I near the trail split.

This time, I turn toward the "hard" side. We shall see just how hard that really is. It winds upward on the hill. The trail is narrower and the mustard is joined by thistle, but mostly just far enough that I can avoid getting stabbed. Both tower over my head. The trail gets narrower up higher and waist high star thistle joins in on the stabbing game. Tiny needles, but at least they only hurt when actually in contact. Rocky sections offer some relief as they are covered in grasses and morning glory. Near the top of the hill is the "1 mile" sign I missed on my first hike. This time, the GPS will mark off the same miles as the signs, if any of the rest still exist, rather than a half mile short after taking the "easy" way.

thistles and mustard above
The thistles and mustard are as high as an elephant's eye and it looks like it is climbing clear up to the sky.


coastal undulations to the east
The curves of coast line to the east. The day is a little murky.

coastal structures to the west
The coast and ranches to the west. It is a little less murky in this direction.

Coming over the top of the hill, the burn area is revealed. Beside me, there are the burned remnants of bushes. Except for a handful, the oaks out on the hillsides just look black. The mustard and thistles largely stop. The trail drops down the other side to rejoin the "easy" route and then continue up along the ridge line in the grass. There are lots of people out on it today. Some seem to be organized groups from the campground.

grassy ridge line with trail along it
The hills show light green where they burned and very dark where the fire was stopped.

the expanse
The expanse of mountains to the north.

The other "easy" and "hard" sign is now gone. Closer up, the oaks do not look so bad. There is deep green growth popping out all over the blackened bark of most of them. The sign pointing down off the ridge is also gone and all of the trail continues north further before cutting back toward the cabins below. The old, shorter trail is now just a line without quite so many mustard flowers. No one has been using it this season. This must also have been the original route because I am nearing 3 miles on the GPS as I pass the now missing "3 miles" sign on the way down.

oaks among the mustard
Some blackened oaks that, when looking closer, do have green on them.

The signs closer to camp have been preserved along with the cabins. They were not so lucky with a later rain event, but so it goes. As I hit the paved road, I turn left to get back out of camp as quickly as possible. The creek is chattering below. The sign pointing up the dirt road beside a final parking lot also remains, as does the undated note about a "recent" sighting of a juvenile mountain lion. It probably is not a juvenile anymore.

start of the big loop
There are many loops possible on Bill Wallace and this is the start of the big one.

The old road is largely in good shape, but there are some spots where the erosion has been harsh. It no longer works as a road, but there is always good trail. Someone has stuck little red flags around the edges of the drop offs that have formed.

small circles of yellow flowers
A bee with its face full of yellow flower. The flowers are starting to change.

butterfly all fuzzy and winged with false eyes all along one
More insects are about too.

Cañada del Capitan
Looking down Cañada del Capitan. Lots of green.

sphinx moth
The always surprising sphinx moth.

Something is barking at me from up on a hill. There is a coyote standing up there. It jumps back and out of sight, then back to bark a little more. It seems wary of me, but not quite wary enough.

giant phacelia and morning glories
Giant phacelia and morning glories are the largest occupiers of ground right now.

wild dog with big ears high on the hill: coyote
The source of a funny sort of barking high on the hill.

orange crinkled and much like poppies
It took some climbing to get close to this unusual burst of orange.

The trail comes to a major tributary and abruptly stops. The water rushed through cutting away the old road leaving the sides of massive pipes. A little water still runs through at the bottom. The little flags marking sudden drop offs line the edge from side to side. It is clear that most sensible people would find this to be the end of the line. There is a slide of shale without too much slope to it on one side that looks like a way down. The way up the larger cliff on the far side is more of a challenge. It looks like there might be a way up to where a smaller flow from the north side of the road came in. If I go up that creek, there might be a way up to the road itself. The way down looks easy enough to give it all a try.

deep cut through the old road
At some point the creek decided it just did not have quite enough room to flow. Now it is quite a challenge to continue.

Down is easy, but up to the creek bed beside the road on the other side takes some stretching. A little way up the creek, a log provides an opportunity to get up to the road. It is in perfect shape as it climbs up again and a lot of spots along the way have even been left unburned. The rough table at the top remains as do some of the signs for the way down.

oaks on a hillside
A mix of burned and spared oaks on the nearby hillside.

rough made table
Some of the wooden oddities of the trail remain to collapse on their own. The steep trail up the other side of the canyon is still clear and unburned.

edge of the burn
The edge of the Sherpa Fire stands out on the ridge.

Not quite all the signs remain, though. Apparently the one I need is gone because I get onto the old and steep road that drops down to the creek below a bit faster than the current iteration. I do catch one turn, but the cuts along it quickly stop leaving no route further, so start back on the downhill route. It is clear enough as it drops, then turns into a creek bed and empties into the actual creek. Back a little way, I can see a ribbon on a tree. Climbing up the side, there does seem to be some old road bed covered over in poison oak. The ribbon is not marking it. It says "killer tree" on it over and over again, so seems to be marking a tree someone means to cut down for safety. From where I could see the other side of the trail coming down, I know it is upstream, so follow the old road bed that way. A quarter mile of poison oak wading alternating with rock hopping up the creek gets me to the crossing.

creek of Cañada del Capitan
Just a little bit of rock hopping to get up the creek. There is a lot more water in this main branch.

Nothing about this creek shows that there was a significant rain event in the area. It probably was running a few feet high as is typical of a good storm. The steep trail up even shows little problems from the big rain although it is not well constructed. I make my way up to the ridge in little steps. Across the way, the turn I missed looks clear enough. The road I followed looks like a much less attractive route. It is again not the day to poke my way up the pseudo Gato Trail that someone has cut, but it remains within the unburned chaparral. As I make my way back, the grasses along the top of the ridge seem to have been undisturbed for quite some time. It worries me as I wonder what difficult crossing might still remain.

ridge line to broadcast
The ridge line trail and pseudo Gato Trail that is rumored to climb to the top.

westward view
Leaving the hills to the west.

ridge line downward
Following a grassy ridge line downward.

The fire touched this ridge and even crossed it in some places, but for the most part this is where it ended. After more than a mile, it does start to look like someone may have come this way in the last few weeks. Thistles appear again as I go, but this time they are not pushed away from a well used track. At least they are less dense. There are some unmarked junctions along the way, but it is generally a matter of keeping right and avoiding the gates, even if they are open, to continue on. I remember a stand of oaks for bringing me cool when I needed it and they seem to have been spared.

very shallow cave
The trail swings to the east and seems unlikely as a route, but a remembered rock structure it passes reassures me.

tunnel of oaks
Shady and thistle sticking trail below the oaks.

One very large oak has come down onto the trail. Another nearby is marked with the same "killer tree" tape and I give it a wide and quick pass. Then there is a confusing junction next to a well. A sign that spins points off where there does not seem to be a route. I follow road down as far as it goes in that direction. It is not far before there is nowhere to continue. I am tired and just feel like going down the road off the ridge. A truck passes along on the road out in the canyon which makes me think of that route so I just go following its route out. It is quickly clear that this is not the road I meant and in the wrong canyon. Still, the way out is obvious. Still keep right, for the most part, and avoid the gates. It means I get to stop by the llamas again.

grassy canyon
This canyon seems generally grassy on both sides and does not have my route up etched into the other side. That seems wrong.

llamas at El Capitan Ranch
Still plenty of llamas poking around in the grass beside the highway.

As I make it back to the camp and a bench and knowing I would not be going through more long grasses, I stop to remove some of the things in my socks that are stabbing me. The area seems devoid of people, but there is still a guy with a clipboard willing to come around and chase me away for not being a paying guest. The inscription on the bench celebrates a woman who helped preserve the surrounding land for everyone. Since he is here, I decide to ask him the best way back to the parking area because I did not much like the route I used before. He directs me along the same trail that goes right next to the trailers in the campground that I would have liked to have avoided. No help at all. I finish pulling out the stabbing things at the parking lot.




©2017 Valerie Norton
Posted 3 May 2017


2 comments:

george said...

There's now some fun cross-country open from the NW tip of the trail, before you head back down into the canyon. A few peaks are now accessible as well as an old jeep trail and upper Corral Canyon. And the trail down from the pavement up top should now be a bit easier down low. We hiked it a few months before the burn and it was pretty decent, but when we finally hit the creek we just walked down it to hook up with the road instead of wading through PO to join up with the road at its northeastern-most turn.

Valerie Norton said...

I noticed those two old jeep roads, although not as they start. Once they were climbing above me, the line they made was quite clear. From the far side, they look distinctly like roads although the junction has been obscured. Thanks for the info.