I went for an afternoon hike to Three Sisters Falls with my friend Hans, but I didn’t really feel good. My nose was running all the time while driving out there, maybe it was some kind of allergy or I had caught some bug, I don’t know. We began the hike down to the falls nevertheless. About halfway down, I realized that I had left both my phone and my wallet in his car – which wouldn’t be a problem, but I left them right on the dashboard, in plain sight.
So I thought this must be a sign, and told Hans to not worry about me and went back. He proceeded to Three Sisters Waterfalls and pushed a bit further up in the canyon as well to see the “proper” Devil’s Punchbowl. Proper because Cedar Creek Falls is very, very often mistakenly called “Devil’s Punchbowl”. The real Devil’s Punchbowl lies above Three Sisters Waterfalls though, in the canyon of Boulder Creek.
Back at the trailhead I dozed a little bit in Hans’ car and as sunset was getting closer, I began to wander around a little bit on the old Cedar Creek dirt road. The views are somewhat limited at that spot of course, but eventually, I found this little intimate scene of oaks a chaparral shrubs bathed in evening light.