Prime hiking weather. Makes me wish, again, that we started school in early August so that we could have a week off in October. Paul and I rose fairly early, tried not to dwell on this being the first morning in 16 years that we've awakened at our house and found no dog(s) waiting for us to take them out, made coffee, brought donuts and a souffle to Pat, and found ourselves beginning a 4.9 mile at Matson Hill Park by 11 a.m..
We found golden trees against pure blue sky, a few bicyclists, even less hikers, and three or four dogs on the trail. We were pleased to be moving at a fast pace and finished at exactly 1 p.m.. Pat and Lynnie called us as we were driving down 94, and we met them at Wine Country Garden for lunch. Pat was a little hung over from Kathy's bonfire last night, and we spied Lynnie's work compadre at the wine bar with a friend, although none of us made ourselves known to one another.
Matson Hill is a moderate trail with many switch backs and a few gentle inclines. You get a work out, but it's not exhausting. It's also very close to the roadhouses in Defiance and wineries along Highway 94. One to remember.
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