As soon as the park opened a rush of hang glider and parasail pilots were quick to unload their gear and head up the mountain. The air was still at 8:00 AM when we arrived and the fog drew back to the other side of the bay to reveal the bluest of skies.
Hiking early kept us cool on the way up to the trail junction at 1400 feet. The warm air was starting to rise out of the valley below and we could feel the thermal drafts starting up the mountain that kept the fliers gliding silently around the hill tops.
We spotted a beautiful spot to rest along the running spring fed creek, so we did.