It took me a full two days to get one good hike in at Uvas Canyon County Park, which is odd considering the park has only seven miles of trails to begin with.

It might’ve gone smoother if it hadn’t been for the allegations of fighting pitbulls running loose. Here’s what happened:

On Sunday I decided it’d be cool to check out a little-used Uvas trail head on Summit Road, a raggedy, rutted excuse for a dirt road that no self-respecting chicken would ever cross (and besides, the pitbulls eat the chickens). This trail head is 16 miles from Highway 17, getting steadily more like one of those Colombian roads from “Romancing the Stone,” minus Kathleen Turner in her glory days, as the miles twist along. On sunny days like yesterday you can see miles out into the Pacific … breathtaking to those unaccustomed to such splendor. Another day in the country for the rest of us.

I know I must be getting close when I pass an old motorhome that’s been shredded, spray-painted and otherwise deconstructed by enterprising delinquents. Honking the horn would make it all collapse into a pile of rubble, I suspect. Another half-mile and I’m at the trail head, so I park the car, pull out my pack and poles, and get ready to rumble.

Meanwhile a guy in an old Army overcoat wanders down to his gate from his house up in the woods. Doesn’t say anything, but he seems to be there on my behalf so I holler over to him, “is it OK to park here?”

“I wouldn’t leave it there too long if I were you.”

“How come?”

“You saw the motorhome, right?”


“Well, some Unwanted Elements down the road there…” He points toward his next-door neighbor’s gravel driveaway, which disappears downhill to what I presume is a well-appointed shack where the third cousins of the cast of “Deliverance” winter in California. They come for the wine, you see.

Apparently, whoever these Unwanted Elements are, they can’t be trusted not to trash unattended automobiles.

“So, would it be OK for a couple hours?”



“Oh, by the way, the Unwanted Elements breed fighting pitbulls and let them run loose.”

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah. Enjoy your hike.”

At that point I tossed all my junk back in the Hiker Hauler and headed back down the hill. This morning I remembered the universal hand signal (bending down to pick up a rock) that allegedly sends all dogs fleeing, the world over, but at the time I wasn’t keen on the idea of fighting off members of a species known to loosen their grip only after decapitation. (In other dog-fighting news: Michael Vick got 23 months).

Took a couple wrong turns in south San Jose trying to find the right road over to Uvas and finally got to the park by half past noon, by which point I wasn’t in the mood for hiking anymore so I wandered around the waterfall loop for an hour or so, took a few out-of-focus pictures and headed home in a foul temper.

A good night’s sleep took the edge off my disgust, so I headed back first thing Monday (got only a little bit lost). Had the park to myself on a perfect day for being in the woods all alone.

The one part of the park I knew I’d never seen before was a couple miles up the Knibbs Knob Trail, which isn’t quite straight up but is steep enough to engender comparisons to lesser Henry Coe horrors. If you follow the trail all the way to the end it comes out at, you guessed it, Summit Road, home of the marauding fighting pitbulls. Fortunately, there’s a right turn that goes to the top of the Knob about four-tenths of a mile before the end of the trail.

Knibb's Knob

I headed up that way. Did I mention it was a beautiful day? Didn’t see any dogs, either.

So I headed on back down the trail, got to the campground, crossed an old bridge and went down some steps to take pictures of the creek. I noticed a trail I hadn’t noticed before and decided to explore. The trail follows the creek downhill for about a quarter mile until the creek intersects with the Uvas Creek. I get there and notice a previously undiscovered waterfall.

Waterfall I'd never seen before

It’s quite a pretty fall, coming down at least 30 feet or so. I scanned page after page of Uvas Canyon pictures at and never found another picture of this one. Sounds like hardly anybody else knows about it, either.

It didn’t seem possible for Uvas to have any cool surprises like this one. Finding the fall made my whole day.

For future reference: to find this waterfall, take the Swanson Creek Trail west for a quarter-mile from the bridge heading over to the campgrounds. Main caveat: if it’s been raining lately and the creek is up, you might not be able to get over to it.

Nice trail

Since the water was low, I was able to make my way over to the Uvas Creek Trail and wander back up to the campground, and head over toward the Waterfall Loop.

On the Waterfall Loop

This is Granuja Falls, which is more impressive when there’s more water in the creek.

At this point I figured I’d better not press my luck — I’d gone several hours without being run off by rumors of rampant killer dogs, that was enough for one weekend.

Addendum: Uvas Falls is the name of the previously undiscovered waterfall.