It wasn’t far. There is a parking area on the street just outside the park and I got caught up in a little traffic there; three cars I had to wait for, but after a moment of shuffling, everyone was settled and I proceeded on a trail that was an out and back. When I got back to the parking lot, I wasn’t through with my walk, but I saw the tan minivan and thought “I don’t remember locking the doors.” I always do lock them, at least by reflex, but since I couldn’t specifically remember them going “click”, and in the spirit better safe than sorry, I diverted over to the car to lock it. When I got there I realized the car I had just walked to was not a tan minivan, it was a tan Jeep. An easy mistake for me to make because we had a tan jeep for ten years before the minivan; but when I looked around, there was no minivan anywhere in sight. What? I left it unlocked and someone took it? No. Not exactly. I didn’t lock the car because I didn’t drive a car to the park, I walked down the hill. Oh yeah. I continued my walk. Oh, these golden years…
It’s a pretty cool bridge.
And it really does tell time. The giant arm on the bridge casts a shadow on the ground where the hours are marked.
It was almost 1:15.
I don’t think I want to know the reason why this sign had to happen. 
After all these years, we finally got here to see it. Falls A walk to the bottom for the view there.
…and it’s a very nice view.
Continue downstream, cross over the bridge
Stream Collect a little Stream Zen. Hike back up the other side to finish the loop across another bridge.
Somewhere in the process, we had to have walked right through places Mom and Dad used to go. It felt good. This isn’t a place for us to camp; we don’t fit. We’re parked in Redding and day-tripped here. So glad we did. 
