Angel Island

Sunday was my last day of spring break before the last quarter of my Master's program. We spent it on Angel Island, the bay's largest natural island. Larger Alameda was a peninsula until 1901 when the marsh connecting it to the mainland was removed for a shipping channel. Angel Island became an island itself 10,000 years ago after the last ice age. Miwok hunted deer here for 2000 years before the Spanish arrived in 1775. It was a military fort during the Civil War, and an immigration station until WWII. Angel Island became a state park in 1962.

It's 25 minutes by ferry from Pier 41 with views of the Golden Gate,



Sutro Tower,



Coit Tower,



The new Bay Bridge,



Alcatraz,



and Marin.



It's a lovely place for hiking or camping. I have long wanted to camp here for the night.



We actually, gasp, rented Segways. It was Guy's idea. He found it on Groupon. I have to say, once you're riding the Segway you don't feel like you look like a tool... And you can make them go pretty fast. That's always good. Anyway, you can also rent bikes to circle the island. But to see the prettiest parts, I think you must walk.

















Many people come to see the immigration station, where thousands of would-be Chinese immigrants were detained for years at a time.



Waiting indefinitely, some carved poems in the walls.







There are several of them. These are the "poems on a weary wall" in the Rich poem I posted the other day.

Other remnant's of the island's past remain as well. The serpentine quarry,



Cannon battery,



All kinds of old buildings





where "old ghosts crouch hoarsely whispering".

Olompali State Historic Park

It was a great day to get the out of frigid San Francisco for warm, sunny hike in the mixed-oak woodlands of Marin County. It was ~80 deg F (20% humidity) when we pulled in to the parking lot at Olompali State Park right off Highway 101 in Novato at 1 pm. We've driven by a hundred times; today we went in.

I cribbed the following notes from the Day Hiker's Guide to California's State Parks*:

The name Olompali (O-lum-pa-lee) comes from the Coast Miwok Indians who lived here from 6000 BC until around 1850. The the Mexican government granted this land to a Franciscan-educated Miwok in 1843 who sold it a decade later. By 1865, Rancho Olompali came into the possession of Galen Burdell, San Francisco's first dentist. Burdell built a huge estate and planted lavish gardens, the daffodils from which still bloom in scattered remnants every winter. After the Burdell era, the land served as a cattle ranch, Jesuit retreat, hippie commune, and concert grounds for the Grateful Dead. The Burdell mansion burned down 1969, setting the stage for state purchase in 1977. Olompali opened as a state historic park in 1990. Archaeologists have uncovered thousands of Miwok artifacts here and the Park curates Miwok-related displays.

*This is the book you get with your California State Park membership. If you live in California and don't have a state park membership, shame on you.







80 deg F is just about my favorite temperature, but thankfully oaks shaded most of the trail.











We saw some beautiful glades of Festuca californica, a native perennial bunch grass that remains green through summer. While California has a fire-adapted ecology it has become much more fire-prone with the invasion of European annual grasses that die in summer and give the state its famous golden hills.









Said golden hills:



Said fire-adapted ecology?



Many of the manzanitas here burned once, and lived to tell.





J'adore the exfoliating bark.



Old manzanitas stump sprout. With all the rain we had this year, that could be mostly this year's growth.



We saw lots of Mimulus aurantiacus



and just one thistle (Cirsium occidentale?)



I don't know what this umbel is, but we saw a lot of it in the lower elevations.



The buckeye in my garden remains quite green. This is its more normal look for this time of year.



Buckeye leaves tend to look terrible turning brown in gardens.



But in nature the leaves die very appealingly in my opinion. Mine never have this yellow pastel.



Too warm for a picnic in full sun, and we didn't bring food anyway.



We came home to find San Francisco just as we left it.