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Scent of the Sea On A Ventura County Creek
With a blustery forecast set for Sunday and Monday, I begrudgingly decided to postpone a backpacking trip. The slight chance of rain that was also expected was of little concern, but the thought of being exposed to the elements for … Continue reading
Waterfalls of Ventura County
Characterized by its sheer immensity, massive wine-stained boulders and gushing waterfalls, the creek cuts a wicked gash through the chaparral covered hills scouring out a ragged drainage chute through bedrock reminiscent of canyons in the American Southwest. My Dad and … Continue reading













