The Lost Coast trail is in the King Range National Conservation Area. It is rugged and remote – there are no roads between the two trailheads.
Do you enjoy beautiful coastal scenery? Do you like backpacking? If you answered yes! then California’s Lost Coast trail is one for your list. See how well I sold that?
- Trip length: 24.6 miles one way
- Time to hike: 3-4 days
- Trailheads: Shelter Cove (south end) or Mattole Beach (north end)
- Reservations: Not needed. A walk-in permit is required for all overnight campers.
- Bear canisters: Required
- Dogs Allowed: yes.
Dan and I had never backpacked on a beach so this was a treat. We were going to visit our friends in San Francisco for a long weekend and tacked on a few extra days for the Lost Coast.
We flew into San Francisco International Airport and picked up our rental car through Budget. If you’re a Costco Member check out their travel website for some deals on rental cars.
The next six hours involved some of the prettiest road-scenery I’ve every seen on the spectacular Route 1. Wow that alone was amazing.
Dan and I decided to backpack 15 miles out and then back to save some money, instead of doing the entire point-to-point. The four hour shuttle ride is ~$280 for 2 people.
Bear canisters are required. Also, make sure you have the tide info with you because some sections are impassable at high tide. They had the tide chart posted at Shelter Cove:
Since we arrived at 7 PM, we hiked until we found a good campsite.
And watched the sunset. Hooray for ocean waves as sleeping white noise!
We woke up to a beautiful day. We made breakfast while watching the mist burn off of the hills.
After packing up we started hiking and found this very large tree for Dan to sit on.
And then we found this flat tree for me to sit on. It is less impressive.
We hiked along the beach. It looked like this:
The first third of the trail alternated between black sand beach and rocks. We couldn’t decide which was easier to hike. Maybe the rocks? There’s nothing like hiking in sand. My legs were very sore after this trip.
We hiked until we reached “Spanish Ridge” (approximately 15 miles out) and then started making our way back.
We watched another romantic sunset.
The next morning I spent some time watching the waves and digging my feet in the sand.
We continued hiking back toward Shelter Cove. I turned around to take this picture:
After hiking most of the way back we arrived at this super secret spot just in time to set up our camp…before 6 other groups set up around us. BUT I THOUGHT THIS WAS OUR WILDERNESS??
This is also the night I burned a hole in my beloved down jacket that I wear everywhere. The fire popped and I looked down but didn’t see anything suspicious. Later when I stood up I saw white fluff coming out of a hole the size of a dime. It was devastating. PSA: fires are really dangerous.
Look, sunset number three. Are you still here?
Our last day involved me being excited that we were back in the sand-zone, then proceeding to backpack barefoot into the waves. It was an excellent idea for <15 minutes.
I loved this trip. The end.