Still a little wet when we wake up, the climb up Mount Falcon warms us up.
My dad lives on the far side, so we stop in for a little visit. My house is also parked here, which is lucky because I notice a strap on my vibram is about to break. So I switch to my Chacos, enjoy some watermelon with Dad, and head up Bear Mountain.
We link up open space parks as best we can, but in the end settle for several miles of road walking to get through residential areas. All evening we’re doused by a sopping wet rain, but it kindly lets up long enough for us to make camp when we finally reach a patch of national forest.