Yesterday afternoon, Nia, Jackson, Jeremy and I embarked on a Pogonip hike, which ended up being Nia's longest hike in which she wasn't in a carrier the whole time. I wanted to find the fabled Spring Box -- a concrete "box" in the middle of the redwoods at the mouth of a natural spring, full of koa (!). You probably want to find it now, too, right? Knowing this was out there somewhere in my backyard was kind of driving me crazy.
So we hiked. And ran. And galloped. And skilloped (Jackson's invention: a cross between skipping and galloping). And crawled. And laughed. And sang. And whined. And snacked. And put leaves on our heads. Until at last we found it. And you know what? It really was kind of magical.
A little Pogonip history: The area was once a golf course and polo grounds, and included lime works owned by Henry Cowell. The golf course was closed in 1935, but various horse activities continued until 1986. The now-abandoned "club house" still remains. Pogonip the name came from the nearby creek that was named for an Indian word meaning "river fog." Can't find a bit of news on why this spring box was constructed or when...
