When we reached the Spring Ridge trail head at Windy Hill preserve, the sun already started shinning brightly. Many of hikers were already coming back. I thought, our timing was not appropriate. Might be it was going to be burning hot. Though it was near Pacific ocean, but the Windy hill mountain were sheltered from the prevailing cool weather coming from the Pacific Ocean.
|The youngest member of the group|
The trail we were about to hike were covered with trees in the beginning. As the trees were scattered on the mountain, the whole trail was not going to be coved with trees.
|The dusty path|
Anyway, one by one we gathered at the small dusty parking space. One of our fellow hikers lost the road and ended up at the other side of the trailhead. We were getting late, so we started walking. Some time later he joined with us. He literally jogged all the way up to catch us. We already walked more than one mile. The trail was slowly going uphill, that we couldn’t understand at that time.
|Someone wanted to stamp on the tail of the poor creature, so that the tail would come off. However, it was lucky enough, as he was prevented from doing that.|