August 4, 1999 - Wow wow wow wow wow! I have hiked Secret before but I've never seen this side of the canyon! What an incredible hike I had. A new friend decided that he wanted to show me a cave he'd discovered three years ago. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to find it since, but we decided that two psychics in the woods would have a pretty good chance of discovering the secret in Secret!

The hike starts out very tame. We wander through the beautiful forests and grasses, and along the low creek bed. The wildflowers are in full bloom, among them: white daisies, yellow little things, red salvia, and even some leftover blue lupine. The day is hot but the views are gorgeous as ever. Secret is never busy. I don't think I've seen more than six cars in the parking lot at most and I rarely have company on the trail.

We hike back to a spot where the trail splits in two. Normally I take the left fork which goes back into the Secret Canyon! That in itself is a gorgeous hike but today's adventure is along the right hand fork. David Miller trail, I think? Forgot to write it down. And what a trail this turns out to be! We climb through the forest then find ourselves spiraling along the side of the cliff on a rocky, uphill segment of trail until we go up and over the butte and then descended into a deep section of thick forest. Old pines rise up to the heavens, grasses and all sorts of other plants are thick down here and, oh by the way, that's poison oak, my friend tells me. I do a little dance to avoid its nasty little leaves, but to no avail.

The trail forks again and we head left along Bear Sight Trail. Deeper into the forest we go until the trail dead ends near a wash. At this point we are lost. Well, we know the trail but forget finding the cave! We try going up the wash, but it dead ends into a little slot in the canyon. And then we remember that we are both intuitive. Duh! I feel an energy like a hand on my arm that pulls me toward a steep scramble up the dirt and cliffs across the wash. So, up we go as the loamy earth slides out from under my feet. We reach the plateau and lo and behold the view unfolds before us! Down we go into a magical spot with tall ponderosa pines filtering the sunlight through to the myriad of ferns on the forest floor. This is a little slice of heaven. God knows how we found it or how we'll get back but who could turn back now? There is a faint trail here but we have no idea where it comes from.

Getting more excited by the minute, my friend hollers that he sees the cave. I am aghast! The three foot hole in the rocks is high up and we have to bushwack through thick stands of manzanita which grabs at my clothing and worse yet, it scratches my skin as we make our way through it. Soon I look like I've been in a cat fight and I'm getting steadily more cranky. If that isn't enough adventure we have to climb several feet up on loose rock! But oh my gosh, what a reward! The cave is a little mouth in the rocks but when you're in it, you can crawl thirteen feet back into this sandy-bottomed tube and look up to see slits of light shining through. When he came here last time, my friend tells me, there were shards of Indian pottery to admire. Now they're all gone, lost to the looters or the archaeologists. Nothing remains but the energy. Still we are elated and even though I'm crabby still from the scratches and the climb, I have to admit this is something I've never even dreamt of seeing.

We decide to tempt fate once again and climb even higher for lunch on a ledge. Woah. I'm shaking and dizzy by now. Thank God, I am not scared of heights. We take pictures to prove we are alive, and then we realize that the clouds are starting to appear threatening so we decide to head back. The walk through the ferns and pines is just magical and I am elated to find that the poison oak rash I was sprouting has completely disappeared thanks to some serious affirmations and a little help from my angels as well! The sun starts to sink and the stillness is like smooth balm to my ears. I hear a heavy rustling sound off to the left and when we stop to look we discover that we are less than a hundred yards from a fat brown bear that is nibbling its way through the brush. I am very excited (take my word, ignorance is bliss), but my friend urges me forward. The bear ignores us altogether. I am sure we smell like anything but food at this time! What an awesome, incredible adventure!