Chubb Trail: I don't know what Wallace Shawn's look-a-like was doing on the trail this morning, but I accidentally steered him (and myself) into hiking the wrong way on a switchback, sending us both back to the parking lot--where he ended up leaving.
I did have to do a double take--was this Wallace Shawn himself, saying, "Hey! What are you doing messing up my hike on this beautiful morning?" Or, "I thought you'd steered me in the wrong direction so you could hike the trail yourself!" (Which I did--but not on purpose--it was an honest mistake). Or, "Lucky I'm very forgiving!" Wallace Shawn has to be in his seventies by now, and I'd guess the little, slightly beer bellied bald man on the trail this morning was probably around fifty. A cousin? Nephew? Neurotically obsessed fan?
Anyway, I ended up hiking up to the first picnic spot and then down to the back pack camp. Found a cool overlook and bench I'd never known about before. Hiked about 4.92 miles. Wrapped up just as it started to get really warm--around 82 degrees.
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