Pierce Point: An Exercise in Patience
Pierce Point Ranch, found just beyond Inverness Ridge, is home to Point Reyes' elk reserve, and Gold Rush history. As you wind your way out of the trees of Inverness, you meet the fog creeping into the barn that once dominated the SF dairy industry.
The Point Reyes' National Seashore hike winds through shoulder height wildflowers on the edge of the elk reserve. Eventually, meeting the water. I never made it that far.
The power of the mind and body can only be harnessed when they're in synch. Otherwise, you're just a girl 3/4 of the way to her destination.
To be fair, the route to the point begins in fog, draining the body of its heat, but quickly leads to a sunny break, where a few elk horns peek over the hillside--gatekeepers of the world that once existed on this remote corner of the North Bay Coast. On the way in, battling the wildflowers creeping into the path, zapping my energy like the poppies of The Wizard of Oz, I thought I could make it. Feeling invincible is the best feeling in the world.
My judgement was clouded by the fog, by the idea that nearly two centuries ago men made their way to this point of nowhere, raising cattle, supplying San Francisco with all the milk it needed to boom.
"Was it lonely, out here?" I wondered.
I didn't noticed, the path was primarily downhill.
"Did they hike out to see the sunrise? Or were they too tired from the manual labor? Did their bodies hurt as much as mine?" I thought, aimlessly hiking.
My hiking partner and I stopped with about a mile to go. In that moment, turning around seemed like the right decision, but it's not something I ever want to do again.
Knowing your limit keeps you alive. It's explorer philosophy that allows some to climb Everest, others to make it through the Appalachians. But, for the rest us--those fighting a daily battle against their own bodies, limits are just limiting.
So, here's to the patience that guided me 3/4 of the way on that journey, and the patience that will, eventually, hopefully, fingers crossed, get me that last quarter of the way.