I started up the main trail and promptly missed the obscure turn off to the trail I needed to take. I backtracked a bit, I could see the tread of the trail but not the access point. I decided to bushwhack my way up there and connected with the trail. The trail was infrequently used and a bit brushy as I started up the canyon. The canyon started narrowing and the trail dumped me into the creek bed with no evidence of a trail. From here the trail was eroded and sometimes you stayed in the creek bed and in other places you followed along sections of trail above the creek.
I reached the drainage and left the eroded trail and came to my first fork. I decided to poke in there and see what I would find. I found a bunch of footprints and a duck with a note under it. Looked promising so I started up. The canyon was narrow with lots of flowing water and soon my feet were soaked. I had to dodge lots of poison oak and scramble over little waterfalls. I hit a couple of other forks but those were all brushy. This route was taking a lot of time and still no evidence of the rock formation that I had seen in the photo. I kept on persuading myself that tracks I saw in the mud were human so continued onwards. Finally I hit a 30 foot waterfall and knew this fork was a dead end. A lot of work got me back to my original point. I had used up over an hour investigating this fork but still had time to look through one more.
I started up the other fork and quickly came to another fork. I took a careful look at the topography and based on the picture of the rock that had the art that I had seen, it really looked like I should go one way which I did. I hiked up this fork for about 10 minutes and there it was the rock outcropping I had seen in the picture. I clambered up the ridge and it was very evident where the Native Americans had set fires against the rock. Over there I found these:
Statistics were almost six hours of driving with six and a half hours of hiking, lol.
