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path called “Nitro Trail.” There are several different ways to walk (or bike, scoot or ride horses through) the park.
I choose a loop that begins at the Atlas Road Staging Area and takes about an hour to complete, including a stroll down an extremely long fishing pier.
The first thing that hits me is the camphoraceous scent of eucalyptus trees. They line the wide, flat pathway on either side, groaning and creaking in the wind.
The factory folks planted them way back when to block the force and noise of explosions. It might not have been the best choice for a place that made dynamite: Eucalyptuses have since inspired fierce debate in California for their tendency to spread flames like crazy during wildfires.
At a bend in the trail sits a hulking black-powder press that once rammed a wet explosive mixture called “wheel cake” into dense, highly explosive material.
“And we'd go outside when they started that, because you never know if it was going to blow up!” a worker recalled, according to the informational sign.
The trail view opens up onto a sprawling salt marsh in which the forlorn foundations of concrete buildings jut out.
The marsh is thickly carpeted with pickleweed, a briny-tasting plant akin to the “sea beans” you might find at Berkeley Bowl. Hundreds of feet off the shore, fishermen stand in waist-deep water, while huge ships glide silently in the main channel from ports in Stockton and Sacramento.
An earthen structure nearby looks as if an asteroid hit the dirt and raised it into a massive doughnut. This weird feature is a “dynamite blast and burning bunker,” the signage says, which appears in different locations throughout the park. One of these structures even has a picnic bench inside it, where you can enjoy a hiking snack and imagine you're in a crater on the moon.
Accidents decreased after Atlas Powder Company acquired Giant in the early 1900s with only one “disastrous” explosion
and one death by fire in 1931.
At the trail's northernmost point, hollow concrete spheres called “reef balls” lurk in the water, providing safe habitat for Olympia oyster larvae to grow into plump adulthood.
You'll see the skeletal remains of the Atlas dock, where workers used a railroad conveyance to roll explosives onto ships bound for South America and the Philippines.
On the pier itself, anglers fish for halibut, rockfish and white sturgeon, which at lengths of more than 10 feet are the largest freshwater catch in North America.
The modern record-holder was snagged near here in the Carquinez Strait in 1983 — it weighed 468 pounds.
The path meanders along a cliff above a cobblestone beach littered with the remains of fallen or washed-up trees.
The cliff happens to sit directly atop the Hayward fault, which runs through the East Bay and is due for a tremor. I sit down and wait a couple of minutes — no shakes. But a regular volley of explosions echo across the water, thanks to a nearby gun range.
I return to the parking lot via a quiet and grassy path, thankful to have fed some brain cells historical facts (the broccoli of all knowledge) and wondering, “Who was found legally liable to pay for all those windows?”