by BobE » Tue Mar 31, 2020 8:10 pm
Date Hiked: March 28, 2020
General Condition: Difficult (brushy and/or many deadfalls, faint tread)
Sit Ye in comfort and read my tale:
My twin brother, Dave, and I anticipated the Prewitt Loop "Hell Hike" and would be not disappointed. Our friend, John, had been on this route before and has an affinity for trails less traveled. Sadly, due to COVID-19 Social Distancing, he could only do the hike virtually from his Carmel Highlands Command Center via GPS messaging.
Dave and I set out 0830 from the Pacific Valley Fire Station parking lot and took the South portion of the loop towards Kelly Camp. The trail joins the Willett Trail (a dirt road) for the first mile until it branched off to the left on a single track. I forgot how to use my GPS tracking, so the tracked route does not start until we were about 1.25 miles into it. After leaving the "road", the trail was passable with frequent deadfalls and poison oak. At this point we were careful to avoid the PO as much as possible. Several seasonal steams on the way to Kelly Camp. Kelly camp is minimal, and we rested there after making about 2 mph for the first 4.5 miles.
Leaving Kelly Camp towards Stag, the trail was between faint and invisible. John had warned us of a switchback to take about a half a mile past Kelly Camp, but we missed it and ended up crashing and stumbling through a poison oak nursery about 500 ft. vertical until I luckily spotted a redwood log that had been cut years ago. Dave soon found the delightful trail nearby and we plodded off on our way to Stag. Over the next 4 miles, we walked, climbed and bumbled forward past the point of no return. About ½-1 mph on this section. The toughest part about the hike was walking the constant steep slope. More a traverse than a trail. Hard on the ankles! My weaker identical twin, Dave, got some blisters but took the pain without complaint.
At 1:00 pm we stopped for lunch on a rare flat spot and choked down our sandwiches and cookies. Water gone, but there was plenty in the seasonal streams. Filled up our bottles again and added iodine tabs from a rusted shut bottle I had from the Army 15 years ago. Moving forward, we must have lost the trail 10-15 times but pressed on boldly. As beat up and overgrown as the trail is, it was not much better than nothing. There must be a hundred trees fallen over the trail with no sign of trail work for many years. Saw some quail and a dear, who fled when they saw two fools coming their way. Dropped into Stag Camp, where the sign has been knocked over by a fallen Oak Tree. The picnic table provided by Troop 67 still sits proud, so we rested our bones there and fed our bellies.
The hike out of Stag for the first half mile was more of the same poor "trail". Then the hillsides opened into green grass covered with Lupine and sprinkled with poppies. The view of Sand Dollar Beach and Plaskett Rock were wonderful. Easy hiking, although fatigue and madness were setting it. We joined up with the Prewitt Ridge Bike Route, which is well marked without any perils. This takes you the last three miles. Dave's bum knee was bothering him, but instead of shooting him like a lame mule, we descended 1700' Vertical until we hit Hwy 1. About 1/2-mile walk on the side of the highway until we shed our poison oak laden clothes and climbed into Dave's truck. We had about an hour of daylight to spare and returned to Sunshine Alley up Plaskett Ridge Road to shower, pull a cork and tell our tale of woe.
My bones still creak as I put finger to keyboard.
[b]Date Hiked:[/b] March 28, 2020
[b]General Condition:[/b] Difficult (brushy and/or many deadfalls, faint tread)
Sit Ye in comfort and read my tale:
My twin brother, Dave, and I anticipated the Prewitt Loop "Hell Hike" and would be not disappointed. Our friend, John, had been on this route before and has an affinity for trails less traveled. Sadly, due to COVID-19 Social Distancing, he could only do the hike virtually from his Carmel Highlands Command Center via GPS messaging.
Dave and I set out 0830 from the Pacific Valley Fire Station parking lot and took the South portion of the loop towards Kelly Camp. The trail joins the Willett Trail (a dirt road) for the first mile until it branched off to the left on a single track. I forgot how to use my GPS tracking, so the tracked route does not start until we were about 1.25 miles into it. After leaving the "road", the trail was passable with frequent deadfalls and poison oak. At this point we were careful to avoid the PO as much as possible. Several seasonal steams on the way to Kelly Camp. Kelly camp is minimal, and we rested there after making about 2 mph for the first 4.5 miles.
Leaving Kelly Camp towards Stag, the trail was between faint and invisible. John had warned us of a switchback to take about a half a mile past Kelly Camp, but we missed it and ended up crashing and stumbling through a poison oak nursery about 500 ft. vertical until I luckily spotted a redwood log that had been cut years ago. Dave soon found the delightful trail nearby and we plodded off on our way to Stag. Over the next 4 miles, we walked, climbed and bumbled forward past the point of no return. About ½-1 mph on this section. The toughest part about the hike was walking the constant steep slope. More a traverse than a trail. Hard on the ankles! My weaker identical twin, Dave, got some blisters but took the pain without complaint.
At 1:00 pm we stopped for lunch on a rare flat spot and choked down our sandwiches and cookies. Water gone, but there was plenty in the seasonal streams. Filled up our bottles again and added iodine tabs from a rusted shut bottle I had from the Army 15 years ago. Moving forward, we must have lost the trail 10-15 times but pressed on boldly. As beat up and overgrown as the trail is, it was not much better than nothing. There must be a hundred trees fallen over the trail with no sign of trail work for many years. Saw some quail and a dear, who fled when they saw two fools coming their way. Dropped into Stag Camp, where the sign has been knocked over by a fallen Oak Tree. The picnic table provided by Troop 67 still sits proud, so we rested our bones there and fed our bellies.
The hike out of Stag for the first half mile was more of the same poor "trail". Then the hillsides opened into green grass covered with Lupine and sprinkled with poppies. The view of Sand Dollar Beach and Plaskett Rock were wonderful. Easy hiking, although fatigue and madness were setting it. We joined up with the Prewitt Ridge Bike Route, which is well marked without any perils. This takes you the last three miles. Dave's bum knee was bothering him, but instead of shooting him like a lame mule, we descended 1700' Vertical until we hit Hwy 1. About 1/2-mile walk on the side of the highway until we shed our poison oak laden clothes and climbed into Dave's truck. We had about an hour of daylight to spare and returned to Sunshine Alley up Plaskett Ridge Road to shower, pull a cork and tell our tale of woe.
My bones still creak as I put finger to keyboard.