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Taylor Mountain


Western Route Trail: Dogs on leash, Wheelchair: nope, Outhouses at parking lot 

Milage: 2.2   400 ft gain, steep in places

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In the middle of the flooding, hiking must continue. And currently have two goals. The first is to get to a 5 mile day by Easter. That means that I need to walk every day. The second is to hit every Sonoma County Park this year. So yesterday I dashed between storms to do Taylor Mountain.

As I look back at the photos, I notice the dominance of green, fresh grass green.


This is one of the newest parks and is, as in the name, a mountain. Breath taking views, windy at the top.

Lots of friendly folk on the trail. These are the dedicated hikers, willing to brave the mud and potential rain.


I took the Western Route Trail. It is a lovely loop, but does feature 400+ gain.


Lots of stream activity. Fat squirrels, and a well fed coyote.



The trail was clear, but there were times that my chant was “I love wool sox. I love wool sox.”

There is lots of damage to the trail. Still passable, but there will need to be lots of trail maintainace in the near future.


I made the mistake of going on the Eastern Route as I neared the end. It challenged my hill abilities. I would not have been able to do it in dry weather when the gravel is slippery.

I will be doing this trail again as the spring flowers come out. But I will probably avoid it in the summer, as there is not much shade to be had.

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