Matthole Beach to Spanish Flats Campsite – 8.4 miles
After a good night of having a couple drinks, reuniting with long lost trail friends, etc. we were a little achy. We had arranged a shuttle to pick us up and drive us to the northern terminus of the Lost Coast Trail, as we had parked at the southern terminus, and would hike back. The shuttle was Lost Coast Adventures. The drive is 3 hours to matthole beach, there is no easy way to get back and forth, so we chose to shuttle. For around $300 for the 6 of us, we had a solo hiker join us and hop on in. The shuttle driver was awesome, drove us through the redwoods, told us the history of the land and eventually we arrived at Matthole beach.
We were at Matthole beach around 1pm. The wind was wicked, and it stung. A lot. Luckily I had bought some cheap sunglasses at a gas station just outside of SF. I was fully lubed with SPF and had my stunner shades on, I was ready. We ate lunch, however and hung out hiding from the vicious winds for an hour. And then… we started.
Sick. Like, so sick. Call out of work sick. So beautiful, I don’t need to write words about it. Just show some pictures. This blog is easy. In fact, this trail was easy. Sand in your shoes and in your eyes and in just about everything you can imagine. That is a good problem to have, in my point of view. We breezed through the first section, against the stinging winds that hit us like an angry hail storm. I took way too many pictures. Eventually we hit Punta Gorda Lighthouse. I thought I saw some dead sea lions, and then
They’re ALIVE! We just stared at them and then had an epiphany…. Nap time!
After this, the hiking was so easy we just breezed passed the first campsite, as we passed almost 20 hikers heading the same way. Ever since the Appalachian Trail, crowded campsites give me the heebeejeebies. No thanks! So we left a message for our slower hikers that we crept on, and wrote them a big beautiful trail sign in the sand. Because – we’re on the beach and we HAVE TO play in the sand.
We made it to Spanish Flats with enough time to set up camp, eat, and watch the ever so slooooowwww sun set. This might have been the most beautiful place I have ever camped at. Don’t believe me, just watch.