Ready locked and loaded, I had collected all my anting supplies over the course of a few weeks. Ready with pop top containers, a headlamp, a shovel and test tubes, I was ready to test my luck anting. I decided to try Chaney Trail in Alta Dena, CA as our buddy nurbs has had much luck there. I get there around 630pm, the trail gate closes from 8pm - 6am so I had only an hour or so to hunt.
Long, pitch-black, windy roads lead up into the mountains, and then down into a campground. In the almost empty parking lot of the campground, devoid of light, was an old black van and another empty car with nobody in sight. I circled around in the parking lot so that the headlights of my car could illuminate as much as possible to help me get my bearings. In all honesty I was thinking, will I become one of those missing hikers? will i encounter a bear? a mountain lion? a serial killer? It was so quiet, so much uncertainty about my surroundings but I stepped out nonetheless.
I got out of my car, turned on my headlamp and grabbed my phone for extra light. I looked around and saw nothing in the immediate area, so I walked a bit further. I heard water, perhaps a stream, nearby. I so badly wanted to go further down into the wooded area but my nerves got the best of me. Alone with my thoughts and the rustling of the trees and bushes, I fled. I walked back to my car and decided to try my luck on the side of the road on the way back.
Long story short, I walked out empty handed. Saw many black beetles but no queen ants. While my first anting trip didn't go well, I am not deterred. Next time however I will not be going alone.
I have a lot of newfound respect to all those who go anting alone in the mountains. y'all have balls o' steel.