It's hard to believe all this is right in the middle of Southern CA. Pressed right up against condos and golf courses. If it hadn't been made a national forest there would be houses all over the sides of the mountains.

We went as far as we could, then the right tire rut was gone, washed away down the mountain. The hairy part was trying to turn around on that little narrow road. We did it, but I thought I was going to have to have my seat extracted afterwards.