Memory Lane Was Killed

My brother and I tried to go for a nostalgic hike today. We were aiming for a trail that was the first southern California trail we ever hiked upon.

We walked and walked.

And searched and searched.

We spent a very long time outside, cutting through dead brush in search of a trail. We even ended up on a leveled area that we surmised to be the location of a future house.

We finally saw it. The Memory Lane of hiking trails, winding up the hill. But there is no way to get to it.

We tried several angles of approach, hoping that the new houses hadn't completely eliminated access to the old haunt. But alas, it was not to be.

So we sat on some rocks instead.