Place: Henry W. Coe State Park, Morgan Hill, California
Coordinates: 37.186655, -121.546874
Length: 9 miles
Level: strenuous
A few years ago I found out about Henry W. Coe State Park and immediately booked a camping trip there for my family, plus a good friend who came to visit us at that time. It was late in November, and the park was cold, bare and dreary. On top of that, some of us got bitten by ticks. To sum it up, our first experience there wasn't the greatest, and I was in no hurry to return there.
In the last couple of years, however, I've been thinking that it might be time to reconsider my opinion of this park. I've met people who've been there and loved it, and I've been seeing photos online. and still, I kept putting it off.
Until I was looking for a group campsite for our 4H Camping Project and found that the only available site for the date we had was at Henry Coe. A clearer sign that this I couldn't expect, so I booked a group site and headed there to check it out.
Manzanita Point Campground is 2.5 miles removed from the parking lot. Campers are allowed to drive two cars only to the campsite, everyone else walks.
I left home at dawn to avoid passing San Jose in the morning rush hour, so I arrived at Henry Cow very early. The place appeared deserted. Only one other car was parked by the closed visitor center. I parked next to it and walked around the place, looking for the trailhead.
California Quails were running near the roads and scattered away as I approached, not recognizing me as one of their own :-)
California Quail, male |
My hike at Henry W. Coe as captured by my GPS |
Very early the trail delves into a loose oak forest that covers the hillside. It was a chilly morning and despite the sunshine I was shivering with my sweater on. I tried passing the shady areas quickly.
The shade and cold didn't hold any bloom back and under the oaks were all the little blue flowers i could think of.
Ant not only in the shade. The grassy hillside beyond the grove was covered with purple patches like a drunken quilt.
It was so cold that morning that I didn't see any butterflies until much later that day. On my following trip there with the 4H Camping Project it was plenty warm and there were butterflies fluttering all over the place. It was then that I got to photograph some of them.
The flowers themselves were enough to make me happy. It was spring galore.
After a little over half a mile I came upon an intersection. I could chose to merge with Manzanita Point Road and walk it all the way to the campground, but I chose to continue on Springs Trail which was longer, but went through the wilderness for almost 2 miles more before meeting Manzanita Point Road once more.
All the way to the campground I was going in and out of oak groves, spaced by large areas of open grassy slopes.
It was about mid way to the campground that I first noticed the irises. There was a group of them under the oak trees and they were very short. If not for their intense blue color I'd probably have missed them. At first I thought these were just stunted versions of another iris species I was familiar with from other places in the area, but as it turned out, these were ground iris - species that's normally short. All the irises I saw at Henry Coe that day were of that species, and that was the only place I've seen them as of yet.
Out of the woods and in the open I was walking on a high ridge, with a wide view to the west. By then I was already warm and I welcomed the breeze that blew over the crests and canopies.
The grassland was almost all old-world invasive grasses. the most common being the wild oats, with other grasses poking over the see of oats here and there.
The 2-miles long narrow Springs trail I was hiking on ended at Manzanita Point Road, so the rest of the way I was walking on a wide dirt road that was partly shaded by large, well-spaced oaks.
Patches of clover and other flowers gave their colors to this part of my hike. There were also small manzanita bushes here and there: a prelude to the giant manzanita grove that was down at the point.
There was a group of wild turkey walking along with me. I didn't see them at first: they were in the vegetation, but I could hear them alright. They were very loud with their gobbling. They sound was was getting nearer with every step, until they finally emerged into the open: Athos, Porthos and Aramis, I called these trio of male turkeys.
There was a D'Artagnan there as well who' s trying to join them but they kepy chasing him away.
They walked on the trail just ahead of me, and I was keeping a respectful distance from them, until they eventually slipped into the vegetation again and merged with the shadows.
At the nearer edge of Manzanita Point Campground there is a little, turkey pond called Bass Lake. It is tiny, but I spent a good half an hour circumventing it. I couldn't imagine this dirty pond having any fish in it, but it sure gave beautiful reflection of the trees around.
Bass Lake |
I don't fish. I focused on the wildflowers around the lake, one of which was another species that was new for me: the large-flowered Leptosiphon .
Manzanita Point campground is large and widely dispersed in the open oak forest. After circumventing the lake I continued to check the campsite I'd reserved for our 4H group. Then I had a dilemma to salve.
My dilemma was simple: should I go on or go back? I had originally planned to hike down to Coyote Creek and walk along it to China Hole campground. The problem was that I took much time to hike the 2.5 miles to Manzanita Point, meaning that if I went on with my original plan I would have to up my pace significantly in order to finish on time to pick up my chikas from school.
But when else would I have this wonderful opportunity to explore this park before spring was over?
So I moved on. I turned right (south) on the narrow Madrone Soda Springs trail and started downhill.
That was my downhill segment of the hike. Naturally it was the fastest one too, but sure enough, I found myself slowing down for wildflowers.
Still, I didn't take many photos on that part of the trail. On my next resist, however, hiking with the 4Hers, I completed documenting what I has missed, including the lovely mariposa lilies.
I wasn't down Madrone Soda Springs Trail on the second hike, just down and up China Hole Trail, but the wildflowers display was very similar. And then there were the butterflies too. Amazingly enough, they posed for me :-)
In my mind I had sectioned the trail into segments and gave myself a time limit to finish each one. To the bottom of Madrone Soda Springs trail I arrived 5 minutes late. I convinced myself that I could catch up extra time by hiking faster and taking less pictures.
Yeah, right.
Coyote Creek |
I yearned to take my shoes off and wade in the water but I hadn't the time so I kept pushing on.
Blue-eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium bellum) |
Royal Larkspur (Delphinium variegated) |
Even with the tree cover I couldn't quite call it a forest. The woodland star didn't mind.
Hill Star (Lithophragma heterophyllum) |
When I finally arrived at China Hole I was already 15 minutes behind my allotted time, and I was still facing the uphill part of the hike. All I allowed myself was to click a few photos and start up China Hole trail without delay. It was particularly sore because China Hole is the most beautiful place along this hike.
And that's why when I returned there with the 4H group I dragged everyone downhill back to China Hole. The second time around I did take my time. I took lots of time, to properly enjoy the place and its charms.
China Hole at Coyote Creek |
China Hole at Coyote Creek |
Lupine (Lupinus sp.) |
Larkspur |
A view of China Hole from the trail. |
White Globe Lily (Calochortus albus) |
The bottom part of the China Hole Trail is open grassy slopes dotted with beautiful, majestic oak trees. The trail laced its way between the trees and I would stop for a quick drink of water in the occasional shade.
I was alone most of that first hike, but at that place, about a third way up the trail, I run into the couple from the campground as they were hiking down to China Hole. We chatted for a few minutes. They were very confident that I'd make it back to the parking lot on time. I was much less confident, however, in my ability to drive through San Jose in an hour. No level of fitness can help there.
So after wishing that couple a wonderful rest of the day I picked up my pace even more, and soon I was high up, making my way between high chaparral walls.
I was focused on getting up fast. I've seen power walkers take headphones on their walks, but I never do that, as I much prefer the sounds of Nature. But when I in need of a power walk, I tend to run marching rhythms in my mind, usually the same one over and over. This time it was the late Ronnie James Dio blaring inside my mind, "Maaaan on the Siiiilveeer Moooountain!"
I was on the roll, marching on and on. Only a flower could stop my on my march. A humble chaparral flower under the chamise bushes.
Since I already stopped I also took the moment to appreciate the view, with was absolutely fantastic.
Coyote Creek, a view form above. |
Finally the trail started leveling off, and in a good time because the fast pace and the up-slope had left me winded.
I then entered giant manzanita rhealm.
Manzanita Avenue |
Some were new to me, like this unassuming California Tea (which I have no idea if it's actually drinkable.
I made it back at Manzanita Point Campground and had to sit down for a little bit. Then I was facing a new dilemma: I was already more than half and hour behind my allotted time and I still had 2.5 miles to get back to the parking lot. But perhaps I'll get there faster if instead of taking back the same Springs/Coral trails I'd hike Manzanita Point Road?The way by Manzanita Point Road, at least up to the meeting place with Corral Trail would be shorter, but it also meant going more uphill, and my muscles were already protesting loudly. I walked up to the intersection with the Springs Trail, decided I didn't feel like going uphill again and started down the narrow Springs Trail where I had came from in the morning.
A few minutes after making that choice I looked at the time, swore, and turned around back to Manzanita Point Road. I'd have to go uphill by the shorter route because it was way too late to go down Springs Trail.
It was the better decision. The uphill part was over quickly and then I was walking on the ridge with a beautiful view of the high plateau. A fantastic carpet of California poppies matted the grass and the sight was magnificent.
California Poppy ( Eschscholzia californica) |
California Ground Squirrel |
I went on, already resigning to the fact I was going to be late for school. Then I heard the sound of an engine and I saw a small motorized cart coming toward me. The ranger at the wheel stopped briefly and asked how I was doing and I said fine. He bade me a good day. I wished him the same, and then he drove away.
Darn it, I could have asked for a lift to the parking lot! Silly me. Now I had to keep on walking.
I came to the last intersection and took the Corral Trail again back to the parking lot.
In the end I was late, but not by much. The chikas were a bit miffed but forgot all about it after I fed them lunch. My muscles took more time to forget this crazy race against the clock but by the following weekend when it was time to go back there with the 4H group I was fine again and ready to go back down to Coyote Creek.
Henry W. Coe is a beautiful park. I really shouldn't have waited so long to get a second impression.