Place: Plumas-Eureka State Park, Blairsden, California
Coordinates: 39.756551, -120.698020
Length: 3 miles in and out
|Our hike as captured by my GPS |
I believe that the main consideration tipping the scale toward returning to this park was the elder chika's desire for another chance to see the McGillivrey warbler that eluded her the day before. Regardless, we were all on board with that choice and so we drove back to Plumas-Eureka and parked near the park's headquarters, where the Museum trailhead was.
Almost immediately however, Pappa Quail and the elder chika were spotting birds. Now it was their turn to linger behind while everyone else ket striding up the trail.
|Western Tanager, male|
Even familiar birds, common in the Bay Area, captured the attention of my family birders.
The trail gradually neared the creek. The trail leveled, the vegetation thickened, and the conifers were replaced by willows. All of a sudden there were many more wildflowers along the path and although I was at the lead this time around I felt compelled to pause near the colorful bouquet that nature displayed for me.
|Larkspur, Delphinium sp.|
A short, partially obscured trail diverged from the main path, leading to the Jamison Creek. I stood there briefly, enjoying the sight of rushing water. A few little birds were chirping in the bushes by the creek and I mentioned it to Pappa Quail and our elder chika as I returned to the main trail.
|Jamison Creek |
My two birders went to look at the river and had vanished into an alternate universe for a while. I did not see them again until we got to the turning back point at the park's campground.
It was there by the creek that they finally saw their prized sighting and my elder chia's lifer, the McGillivrey warbler.
There were other birds there two. I don't know exactly how long they were in the bushes by the creek but apparently that was the best spot to bird-watch along the entire trail.
Back on the main trail I slowed down a bit, feeling less obligated to to linger, I relapsed back to my habit of stopping by each wildflower, even common flowers that I've seen on many hikes before, including yesterday's hike.
|Crimson Columbine, Aquilegia formosa |
After the snake encounter the trail emerged from the trees and begun a slow ascend along the creek bank. The view opened up a little more and I could tell that the shadows were lengthening.
I gave up the lead for wildflowers again, this time for the Ceanothus bushes that perfumed the air with their dense, sweet fragrance.
|Buck Brush, Ceanothus cuneatus |
|Sierra Bog Orchid, Platanthera dilatata var. leucostachys|
|Narrow-leaved Lotus, Hosackia oblongifolia |
|Summer Coral Root, Corallorhiza maculata|
|Small-leaved Horsemint, Agastache parvifolia |
|Sierra Gooseberry, Ribes roezlii|
|Shasta Lily, Lilium pardalinum var. shastense |
|Dusky noon, Allium campanulatum|