Wilder Ranch Bike Path
Once again we get an early start. Our route is over the Santa Cruz mountains on Highway 17.
Today it is overcast but as we climb it looks clearer ahead. Maybe there will be no fog on the coast.
We are trying out a new cycle path. When we participated in the Strawberry Fields Forever event a few weeks ago, one of the unicyclists recommended the path from Santa Cruz to the Wilder Ranch. Yesterday I went online to look for information but it took me quite a while to find out exactly where the route started in Santa Cruz.
On 17, as we crested the summit, the sun was out but we could see a lot of low fog down in the valley. It looked as though we were looking down on an immense lake with woody islands dotted around. The fog became thicker as we went downhill towards Scotts Valley.
After stopping for breakfast in Santa Cruz, we set out to find Chestnut Street. We found it before too long. Now we have to find Mission Street. It’s here we became confused. According to the map I printed yesterday, Mission Street runs parallel to Highway 1 but Highway 1 is Mission Street! We took a left turn and saw signs pointing to a bike path. Ah, that looks promising. Then we came to a cross street which said Mission Street. Maybe somewhere along the way Highway 1 veers away from Mission Street. Who cares, at least we are back on track. We drive to the end of Mission Street to where the bike path begins.
It is cold and foggy and the seats on our bikes are damp. Tom wanted to borrow my leggings. Fat chance of that!
The bike path runs by the side of Highway 1. How many times have we driven along this stretch of road and we never knew there was a bike path there.
From here we cannot see the ocean. To the left are cultivated fields but we know they run down to the ocean. The path is reasonable. Along the way we see are clumps of California Poppies, refusing to open just yet as the day is not warm enough.
Before long we reach Wilder Ranch. It opens at 8 and the time is now 7.55 but we are able to ride round the gate.
The history of the ranch is fascinating. Roundabout 1841 the original adobe house was built by Don Jose Antonio Bolcoff and it was named the Rancho Rufugio. Balcoff was also responsible for starting the dairy. In 1854 Moses A Melder foreclosed on loans and acquired the property. He built a house, now called Meder House, and several barns. In 1871 Delos D Wilder and L K Baldwin formed a partnership and acquired the land. They had the reputation of ‘making the finest butter’. The partnership was dissolved in 1185 and D.D Wilder secured the lower half of the land of roughly 2,330 acres which became the Wilder Ranch. He built a large addition to the ranch house in 1990. Five generations of the Wilder family lived and worked the ranch and in December 1975 the property became a State Park.
Tom stops to take photos of some of the buildings and four horses in a field. All is quiet except for bursts of bird song. Thre is nobody else around. A ranger turns up in a truck and starts checking and opening buildings and we spot two other visitors. This is a haven for mountain bikers because of the bike paths radiating from Wilder Ranch. To the ocean side there are the easy ones on the buff top but there is a tunnel under Highway 1 which leads to a multitude of trails up to the mountains. All bikers have to dismount and walk through the ranch.
I stand and watch the chickens who are safely caged up. Maybe later in the day they will be allowed to wander free. The ranger parks nerarby and I ask her about the different bike trails. She very kindly gave me a map. We chat for a bit and she recounted a story about the chickens. Early one morning she was nearby when she heard the chickens get excited. She assumed it was because they saw her and thought they were going to be fed, so she ignored them. Later she was devastated to find out that a bobcat had got into the hen house and outside run and had killed all the chickens bar one rooster. The bobcat came back the next night and killed him too.
While Tom took photos around the ranch, I sat at a picnic table in a small orchard and wrote up my journal. Every so often I would stop and look around and soak in the view of the vegetable patch, the old buildings, the chickens and exchanged greetings with fellow bikers as they walked past pushing their bikes. It was so peaceful.
At 8.45 we set off to find the Old Cove Landing trail. It’s a short 1.25 mile loop out to the ocean and along the bluffs and back to the ranch. The trail crosses the rail tracks and passes between stands of wild flowers. At this time of the year they are past their prime but I’m sure it would be glorious in the springtime.
The path is a little bumpy in places. It can be quite dangerous at times, especially when small rabbits dart out to scamper across the road just inches from your front wheel.
Soon we hear the sound of the surf and catch our first view of the ocean. To our right we see a
small cove and Tom of course wants to take photos. There is a convenient deck and bench with an overview of the beach, so I take advantage. The beach is a wildlife refuge, especially for snowy plovers who nest on the beach, and human access is restricted. Resting on the beach were gulls and brown pelicans and just offshore there was a small fishing boat with two fisherman on board. Even though the sun is not out, as it is still hazy, it is a pleasure to sit here and drink in the surroundings.
At 9.15 we on our way again, but we don’t get too far. Way too many photo opportunities along the way. We passed three fishermen perched precariously on the edge of the cliff. How they managed to brave it out in the teeth of a biting wind I can’t imagine.
We spotted an unusual cave down below on a small beach and a little further along a path leading down to the beach. We we dismounted and walked the bikes down to the beach on a steep, narrow path which was muddy at the top and at the bottom. What a luxury to get out of the wind when we reached the beach – it was almost warm.
The cave was set back from the ocean. Water was dripping through the roof and the whole
title=”Beach flowers along the San Mateo coast”>ceiling was festooned in ferns. It was not a very deep cave but we did not venture inside but Tom took lots of photos. I amused myself by sitting on a large log and continued with my writing. I noticed some swallow nests up on the cliffs and watched the parents fly up to feed their young.
The climb up the path back to the top was slightly more difficult than the descent and there were a few bruised shins by the time we reached the trail. It would have been a piece of cake though without the bikes.
All too soon the path turned inland. According to the map you can continue along the bluff top but I saw no signs or evidence of a trail. This is an easy bike loop. Even walking it would not take too long.
We cycled back past Wilder Ranch and along the same bike path towards Santa Cruz. By the time we reached the car it had began to warm up somewhat and it was nice to cool off inside our air conditioned transport. Maybe next time to try this path we will try another of the trails uphill.
Related posts:
- Coyote Creek Bike Trail
- Franklin Point
- Upper Guadalupe River Trail and Los Alamitos Creek Trail
- Coyote Creek Parkway
- Franklin Point, San Mateo Coast
June 20 2008 06:36 pm | Special Places
