Coe reminds me a lot of Western Montana. Both are very sexy places, if you find lean curves, unpredictable conditions, and sharp edges attractive. It's not that they look the same (they don't). They FEEL the same, and that feeling of irresistible attraction runs deep. If you don't like to be challenged - mentally, physically, emotionally - then you might want to leave places like these to those who find solitude sensuous and who take satisfaction in such utterly unnecessary things as everyday adventure. At 87,000 acres, with a wilderness area beyond that, Coe can be a formidable place: remote, rustic, raw in its quiet intensity. It bakes in summer and freezes in winter and is exposed to extreme temperature and weather variations. Elevations rise and fall precipitously, leading you on paths that climb thousands of vertical feet in a matter of minutes and that will leave you soaking wet and sore if you are not careful.
For much of the year, Coe shows its intimidating face to the surrounding world, perched high above Morgan Hill in a coating of gold and surrounded by shimmering heat. Gazed at from the green and cooling setting of the Santa Cruz Mountains, to the West, the Diablo Range is indeed a devilish place, one that requires you to pass through a traffic hell (the dreaded I-280/ US 101 interchange in the middle of San Jose) to get there. And that's before 12 miles of winding one lane roads from Morgan Hill to the park's main HQ at Pine Ridge. So people tend to leave Coe alone.
But like all natural beauties, Coe shows a tender side from time to time. And that time is usually spring, after winter rains have softened her edges and covered her hills and ridges in thick and luscious coats of pure green, dotted by splashes of pure color. The smells are intoxicating, the sounds are alluring, and the air is like pure energy, driving you to do things you scarcely thought possible. You will drive yourself for hours on end up and down her sinuous pathways, exploring with wide-eyed and wild abandon. You'll scale her peaks and get lost in her valleys, you'll soak in her clear waters and sweat in full sun on her bare ridgelines, swallowing in great gulps the succulent scent of manzanitas in full bloom.
When you are finished, after 15 miles and 4000 feet of elevation gain (and loss), you'll probably stumble back to where it all started, wandering past ancient oaks and expansive green fields, parched and panting, but smiling from one end of your mouth to the other.
You will dream of Coe for days to come. You'll recall the times you almost gave up or nearly got lost. You'll close your eyes and see her curves stretched out for miles and miles across an impossibly distant horizon. You'll walk for days with stiff muscles and eat and drink with enhanced pleasure, savoring the simple pleasures of ordinary life.
And, should you ever get jaded with life in Silicon Valley with all its false promises and superficial premises, should you desire the thrill of beauty in its raw and uninihbited form, you will need to seek out a place like this in which you can feel like a human being again, and know what it means to be alive.
Coe. Courageous. Outrageous. Extreme. Hard to love, impossible to forget. Rugged beauty in the enchanted eye of the breathless beholder. read more