
It was very foggy for much of the day, creating a type of Monet feel on the trail. I came close to a black bear after going slightly off trail and then almost stepped on what I believe was a large mole snake near one of the creeks. I tend to start hikes at dawn with the sun rising. I like the lighting and particularly the absence of other hikers. Getting to Old Rag however can take a couple hours depending on traffic from Washington. It is worth it. When you reach the summit, it is more than enough reward for the tough rock scramble up the trail. (I wore my cubs hat to meditate on today’s start of the playoff games with the Giants).
Below are a few of the pictures of Old Rag in the Fall.
