Place: Myrtle Creek, Six Rivers National Forest, Crescent City, California
Coordinates: 41.802065, -124.054833
Length: 1.5 mile, in and out
Difficulty: easy (medium if adding going down to the water).
We had ended a perfect Thanksgiving Day at beach of Tolowa Dunes State Park. As we returned to our hotel room the storm we saw approaching had finally caught up with us.
It was still raining on and off throughout the next day. I assume that most normal people had passed that Black Friday shopping in nice, dry and cozy malls and outlet stores. Us Quails, on the other hand, were headed out of town and into the redwoods.
I was perfectly content to spend the day in the wet woods. Because I was the only one who felt so, I was sent alone to the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park Visitor Center to gather information about where should we go on a rainy day.
Still driven by visions of yummy pine mushrooms like those I saw at Russian Gulch SP I asked about where might I find some.
"It's forbidden to collect within the park," said the ranger in charge. Yes, I knew that already. Where could I, then?
Turns out it is legal to harvest in the National Forest land. In that area - Six Rivers National Forest. So our first Black Friday hike was on a little, underused trail along Myrtle Creek, within the National Forest land, right outside the State Park.
Our hike in and out Myrtle Creek as captured by Papa Quail's GPS. The real starting (and ending) point is at the green square.
|Myrtle Creek trail|
So I sat down and made my way to the bottom on my bottom. The rest of the family followed suit (sans Grandma Quail who decided to wait for us at the top).
Butt-sliding is also a good way of getting a really close view if the little forest that carpets the rainforest floor. And by little I mean moss and lichen.
At the bottom the creek was running fast and furious, fueled by the night storm. I was hoping to find a trail to continue walking along the creek but there was none. Going further meant bushwhacking, leaping on slippery rocks and wading in ice-cold water.
In a different time I might have considered it seriously. On that day, however, all we did was to appreciate the serene beauty of the stream and then make our way back up the muddy slope.