The Lonely Trail
Or, how I found my black truffle.
Some days are made for discovery.
Not for the monotony of a routine life.
Early this morning, while reading in my home office, I decided to follow my "Julie Andrews moment" and head off on a short hike. The hills were alive with the sound of redwood rain music, and the colors were unbelievable: washed-out browns, bright greens, and sky grays, perfect for exploring the Silicon Valley side of the Santa Cruz Mountain ridgeline that my wife and I call home.
After having spent four days in San Diego at a conference surrounded constantly by hundreds of people, most of whom I did not know, and having endured two airline flights as well, it was high time this week to get lost by myself in the natural world. A few days ago, I did an epic, 19-mile hike on the Pacific side of our cottage, so today I opted for a more casual, leisurely stroll down the eastern side towards Palo Alto and Woodside. I started at the King's Mountain volunteer fire station and set off into the Phleger Estate, a 1000 acre+ gem that is managed by the Golden Gate National Recreation Area and was created in 1995 to protect this land from development.
This time, I decided to take it slowly, stopping along the Lonely Trail to admire the profusion of mushrooms that had sprouted up in the winter rains. The variety was amazing. Even Brainy Smurf would have had a hard time identifying all the different types, from bright red to brown to yellow to white, from wide, umbrella-like caps to odd shapes and sizes.
Then, while stopping for a drink, I saw a California coastal newt (a type of salamander) slowing plodding along to his next destination. The only way I can describe him is "adorable," which may sound odd for an amphibian, but that is what he was! His little legs propelled him slowly but surely across the ground. I moved on down Raymondo Trail, the prettiest part of the hike alongside a little gurgling stream amidst the redwoods and ferns. This is the sort of hike you can take your children or your grandparents on. It is very pretty but not as strenuous and intimidating as the open space preserves on the Pacific side of the mountains. In the creek below, I spotted two more newts, swimming silently like mini-alligators in the clear water. I stopped to drink some tea from my thermos (Celestial Seasonings chocolate raspberry bliss herbal) and then moved on.
Taking things slowly was a good thing. As I crossed into adjacent Huddart County Park on my return trip, I noticed an odd-looking black "mushroom" near the ground on an oak tree. How strange, I thought. A black mushroom! Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was another sort of fungus, perhaps a truffle! I removed it carefully and placed it in my backpack before moving on.
Part of the joy of Yelping is the fact that we always have to try new things, to get outside of our comfort zones and explore the world around us, be it a bar, a restaurant, a park, or something else. What we discover we share with others in the hope that, they too, will decide to break the dull regularity of their status quo lives and live a little. And take a chance on something unexpected.
So, it turns out that my "truffle" may simply be a mushroom, not the precious treasure I was expecting. I cut it open and it does not resemble the truffles I have seen on-line. No matter! It was fun while it lasted. And the hike was exactly what I needed to get my equilibrium back. I'm happy that I took the time to explore, to slow down, and to commune with the natural world. I am a better person because of it. I hope that you, too, will find the black truffle that you are looking for. Whatever shape or form it may take. It's a big world out there, and there is so, so much to see! read more