Hats off to Berkeley Hills real estate. Even though it's all on incredibly unstable land and looks like it could all go rolling down at any minute, it sure makes for interesting tresspassing treks.
Our first destination was Indian Rock. And, my genius thinking, figured we still had time, a beautiful day, and the general direction of the Rose Gardens was 'that' way. My midwestern logic has only ever assumed grids. There are no grids. Never underestimate the power of winding roads to throw everything off course. We found it eventually. We
We also saw/heard chickens and the jasmine. Oh, olfactory bliss, the jasmine.
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