I have been wanting to do this hike for some time, now, but I kept putting it off. I thought it would be hard. My usual hiking companions are either too busy, or not likely to want to climb a mountain. But I wanted to do it, and I did it. I did not collapse from heat exhaustion; I was not eaten by a mountain lion; I did not break my leg and fall off the mountain.
Although you can see how I could have, right?
If you look closely, you can see the windmills way out in Suisun Bay.
There were lots of wildflowers. I did not stop to take many pictures because I was worried about making it back before dark. Here’s a hound’s tongue,
but there were also Indian paintbrush, Indian warrior, red and blue larkspur, poppies, fiddlenecks, baby-blue eyes, Mount Diablo fairy lanterns, wallflowers, blue dicks, poppies, milkmaids, salsify —
So, having barely dragged myself up there once, I am now pretty eager to go back. I am hoping I can convince someone to come with me —