Oh, man: I don't even remember where this was! Up in the Santa Monica mountains, obviously, but I couldn't say for sure. Oh wait: it's up above the Pacific Palisades. Yeah. Patrick and I accidentally drove through a forest and up to a reservoir trying to find the trailhead. There were a bunch of a firemen at the reservoir and a cop who told us to go away. It was really strange. The firemen were just sitting there. What were they doing!? I'll never know.
The route was pretty. A little dull at times, but we found some rocks to scramble on towards the end. Halfway through the route we recognized Eagle Rock (from Temescal Canyon) on the horizon and headed for that, but it turned out to be much farther away than it appeared and we had to turn around before we made it so I could get to rehearsal.
We also saw a coyote trap (the human kind, put in place by scientists studying coyotes, not poachers) that had a clean section of cow femur in it. Either the flesh just rotted away or some clever coyote got in there and got all the meat off of it without getting caught.
Oh, yesh, itz byooteefull:
Hier ist meine lieblingsChapparal!
Mire! Jo estoi en le piedra!
Plenty of shots of this rock:
Oh yeah, still on dee rock: