The posted regulations say that hikers must stay on the unpaved roads and not walk along trails through the hills.
As you can see, the recent rains have fed the vegetation and Southern California is greening up! We noticed some bushes with yellow flowers. They are certainly unusual looking, with large trunks and branches, feathery leaves and daisy-like blooms. 'Very odd, root and branch'.
Obviously, the farm is no longer functioning as a dairy. The local rowdies and taggers clubs have been using the buildings for their painting classes.
There seem to have been some club parties and bonfires, too.
As we walked past the old dairy buildings, The Professor looked up and pointed out a familiar feature. Familiar to us, at least, as former residents of South Central Los Angeles. Do you know the meaning of the shoes thrown over the phone and electric wires? The shoes show gang territory boundaries.
Lest you think that Camarillo Regional Park is nothing but a gang bangers haven, I took a photo of the landing field of the Camarillo model airplane enthusiasts. Beautiful, green flood plain.
Saturday's hike was a one and a half mile walk on the wild side.