Night is Sound

Running up that Hill with Dogs

When I lived in San Diego, I often hiked at night in the winter months (Thanksgiving to Valentine’s Day) while the rattlesnakes hibernated. The dogs and I would set out in the late afternoon, enjoy the light of the fading day from a hilltop where I could watch the sun set on the ocean, then turn back to enjoy the purple gray of dusk, the coming of night.

My favorite hike for this experience went under the bridge of the 52 and then outside Mission Trails Regional Park into Spring Canyon. This was also the place I liked best to ride my mountain bike. This trail was good for a night hike because it was not booby-trapped with up-cropping rocks and rain ruts.

This was also one place in that urban wasteland where, if the ocean haze did not reach up the San Diego River channel, I could see stars.

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