Monday, November 8, 2010

The Clench Cottage

The Clench Cottage

When a Ventura couple set out to remodel their Midtown house, they turned to its architectural history for inspiration. The result—a revamped abode that stays true to its original time period—is a link to the past in a changing city.

By Lisa Snider—Photographs by Gaszton Gal

hen owners Ken and Karen Clench decided to add onto their 85-year-old Craftsman-inspired bungalow on Poli Street in Midtown Ventura, the 40-something couple readily admit they didn’t know what they were in for. Reflecting on the five-year project, Karen initially had trouble recalling just when the endeavor began.

“Things that are painful, you block out,” she says, adding, “It was supposed to be a four-month building project.”

Karen, a software and database developer, bought the house in 1994. She loved the original enclosed sun porch and the tasteful updates made by the previous owner, including granite counters in the kitchen. “I couldn’t afford the house,” she says, “But I wanted it.”

That early ‘90s remodel opened up the front room to create a vaulted ceiling. The addition of glass block windows around the marble fireplace created privacy while allowing natural light to filter in, and lends to the Art Deco feel of the space. The dining room has two original built-in china cabinets with glass fronts.

The original owners were Elwin and Mabel Pendergast, who in 1925 built what Karen figures was a Sears kit house. Their granddaughter came by one day with old photographs of the house, which now adorn the hallway.

Soon Karen met Ken, now an employee with the Oxnard Parks Department. They were married in 1998 and a few years later their daughter, Sarah, was born. A growing family meant growing needs, chief among them: space. With just 1,184 square feet and a single bathroom, they needed more room.

In 2004, the house was featured in the San Buenaventura Conservancy’s home look-in tour and was dubbed The Clench Cottage. Ken and Karen knew they were residing in a historical gem and decided the following year to proceed with a remodel that would give them more room while preserving the property’s roots and character. “We wanted the addition to look seamless,” says Ken, who had a hand in the house’s wood restorations.

Initially they planned to build upward, but a second story proved cost-prohibitive. “We had to pull back because of funding,” says Karen. After a couple years of design modifications with their architect, city planners approved their drawings in late 2007. More plan changes were made in late 2008, and in April of 2009, the nine-month construction of the 400-square-foot addition finally began.

The family had hoped to live in the house during construction, but their only bathroom was right where the new master bedroom would be. Karen and Sarah moved in with Ken’s mother nearby, and Ken stayed on to supervise construction. He convinced the builder to devise makeshift temporary plumbing. “The back of my shower was a piece of plywood,” he says. He even used the builder’s portable toilet. According to Karen, he was living like a caveman.

Meanwhile, Karen studied magazines like Sunset and the book Bungalow by Jane Powell to come up with the design inspirations for the bathrooms. She found the hexagonal tile pattern for the master bathroom— something Ken’s 80-year-old mother remembers from her childhood home—on the Internet, which also yielded bargains and historically significant materials. “I was a compulsive Craigslister!” admits Karen. The website led her to a nearby home where the owners were selling 1918 interior doors, which Ken turned into sliding closet doors for their master bedroom. Karen also used eBay, where she came across a lovely 1925 pale green sink for the powder room. And, after looking from New York to Ohio for the perfect deep-soaking bathtub for Sarah’s bathroom, Karen ended up finding an impressively-sized Art Deco tub right here in Ventura at Vick’s Plumbing.

Intent on putting his woodworking skills to work and recycling wherever possible, Ken turned a scrap from an old redwood water tank into a countertop for the new indoor laundry room. He also saved the house’s old Douglas fir studs so he could make what is now their master bathroom vanity.

The floors would be the last piece of the puzzle to tie everything in the house together. The master bedroom’s Brazilian cherry floors came from an old barn, built in 1925 on the local Vanoni farm. Ken bought a metal detector, took out the nails, and had each board re-milled.

The couple wanted to make sure the continuation of the Douglas fir floors from the front of the house to the where the new addition began was flawless, and Karen again struck Internet gold when she discovered Douglas fir floor boards on Craigslist. And here’s that date again: the floors were dated 1925—the year the house was built. Ken just shakes his head, looks at Karen, and smiles. “I know,” he says, “it is kind of freaky. It all worked out.”

Click here for the full story with photos as published October 2010 in Ventana Monthly magazine.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Vino V and Winemaker Michael Meagher

I thought it fitting to re-post this story from 2009 today since Vino V's winemaker Michael Meagher is officially opening his tasting room this weekend:

Vino V

A Ventura love affair comes full circle for winemaker Michael Meagher
By Lisa Snider

inemaker Michael Meagher has a love of wine that goes back some 25 years. It all started in 1984 while working at Trader Joe's in Ventura, where he met his wife, Anita. Every Friday, their employer had them taste wine. At the time, Michael was pursuing other interests at Ventura College, but the wine steered him in a new direction. "I actually changed majors because of it,” he says. “It seemed like a great way to live.”

Meagher set off to attend U.C. Davis where, in 1990, he received his degree in oenology. Soon he was making wine in the Santa Cruz hills at Mount Eden Vineyards. In 1998 he returned to Ventura County, and in 2000 took a job working for five harvests with Adam Tolmach of The Ojai Vineyard. He developed an appreciation for small lot, high-end, handcrafted wines, but longed to have his own label. "In 2004, I was looking for a place to make my wine," says Meagher, adding, “At some point you just say, ‘I gotta do this.’”
Eventually, he talked to John Whitman of Old Creek Ranch Winery in Ojai, who made him a generous offer to house his operations on the property. The partnership recently led to another opportunity when Whitman’s winemaker retired; Meagher now serves double-duty as Old Creek’s winemaker.

With few grapes grown in Ventura County, mostly because of the region’s susceptibility to the devastation of Pierce’s disease (which wiped out all of Old Creek’s vines), Meagher started buying chardonnay, syrah, and pinot noir grapes from Santa Barbara County. He soon created the Vino V label—V standing for Ventura. Looking back on his decision, he thinks out loud, “It's the dream you always have."

Today, he is producing some 500 cases a year and his wine is getting noticed, mostly through word of mouth because he doesn’t have a distributor. "It's a real trip with selling wine … I have so much respect for salespeople,” says Meagher. He sells to his private mailing list and upscale restaurants including Brooks in Ventura, Spago in Los Angeles, and Bouchon in Santa Barbara.

Last fall, Vino V was the featured wine at an Outstanding in the Field event at Earthtrine Farm in Ojai. The highly regarded international event partners foodies with farmers, chefs, and winemakers. Being selected to provide wine to match the food of chef Josh Brown, who runs the kitchens at two of Santa Barbara’s best restaurants—Bouchon and Seagrass—proved that Vino V had arrived.

During the growing season, Meagher makes frequent trips to see how the grapes are faring and talk with the growers. He gets involved and gets his hands dirty. “You have to,” he says. “I’ve really learned that there’s so much you can do in the vineyard that determines what you see in the bottle.”

When it’s time to harvest, it becomes a family affair. "Our vacations are work," he says, recalling a 4 a.m. wakeup call when he, Anita, their nine-year-old son, and five-year-old daughter went to pick grapes.
“Last year, [our son] Jack helped pick this chardonnay,” he says, holding up a bottle made from grapes grown at Solomon Hills Vineyard, a spot he chose because of its cool climate and ideal location in the westernmost part of the Santa Maria Valley. The food-friendly finished product was aged for 17 months—half in oak, half in stainless steel—resulting in a well-rounded chardonnay displaying aromas of toast, apple, and citrus.

The wine Meagher is most proud of, though, is his syrah, from White Hawk Vineyard in the northern Santa Ynez Valley near Los Alamos—another location with a relatively cool climate. “It’s a really special vineyard,” he says. Aged for 20 months, this beautiful, inky red is spicy with pepper and blue fruits.
Meagher’s signature winemaking is more artistic than scientific; it’s all about individuality and the process he loves, which favors quality over quantity. "I like balance, something more restrained, lower in alcohol," he says.

Looking ahead to his next bottling, Meagher is focused. "I want to make really distinct, amazing wine," says the winemaker, who is proud of his accomplishments thus far. "It takes a lot of work to do it—and I do it. You can taste it in the wine."

On the Chanterelle Trail

On the Chanterelle Trail

For those in the know, the local backcountry holds a cachet of gastronomic delights.
By Lisa Snider

ut in the backcountry of the Los Padres National Forest, a hunter stalks his prey with a quiet determination and a fierce resolve. Armed only with a pocket knife and a canvas bag to stow his harvest, the hunter is careful to hide all traces of his exploits. As soon as he is home with his prize, he cleans it meticulously and tosses the flesh into a hot pan then devours every morsel.

“It’s so good with just butter and salt on toast,” says hunter Tim Lindemann. “A hint of white wine is good, too,” adds fellow hunter Will Silver.

Lindemann and Silver are among a handful of avid hunters—mushroom hunters—who forage the oaks of the Los Padres for the ultimate prize: the coveted chanterelle mushroom. Cultivated varieties aren't nearly as good as the untamed fungi that are hunted down in the wild. Some are stolen from the Los Padres, and some are taken with permission by permitted commercial collectors then sold to local restaurants. But many are harvested by hobbyists like Lindemann and Silver, who make friends and family swoon when they come home with scrumptious chanterelles.

The chanterelle is a trumpet-shaped, firm, fleshy, symbiotic root fungus that grows locally on the roots of oak trees. Their season runs from fall to spring, usually following a decent rainstorm. According to Dr. Steve Norris, a local natural history authority and lecturer for California State University Channel Islands, the best place to find mushrooms is in the backcountry. "You've got to get in the forest where there is moisture in the soil," says Norris. 

Lindemann, a 34-year-old Santa Barbara native, picked his first mushroom when he was 10. An avid outdoorsman, he knows every nook and cranny of the coastal mountain backcountry of Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties. As a graduate of UC Santa Cruz, with a bachelor’s degree in biology, he spent a fair amount of time learning mycology, the study of fungi.

Despite his years of study, he is also keenly aware of the dangers that come with picking mushrooms. “There is always some risk to wild mushroom collecting,” says Lindemann. Recoun-ting the stories of the genus Amanita, also known as the “death cap,” he explains this is a variety that has killed mushroom experts the most often. This is why he sticks with the chanterelle—because of all the wild mushrooms available in our area, it is the easiest to recognize. “It has very identifiable characteristics.”

The chanterelle doesn’t have gills like those you’d find on the underside of a portabello; they have wrinkles. Also, they don’t have pores, which are typical with Boletus varieties such as porcinis, nor do they have a cap like you’d see on traditional grocery store varieties. In the wild, they are most easily found atop the roots of oak trees, usually buried under the leaves. The only clue might be a tiny orange lip peeking out. Closer inspection, however, may reveal an entire patch.

“It’s kind of like an Easter egg hunt,” says Lindemann.

But this is a variety shrouded in secrecy. The rich, dense flavor and limited availability of chanterelles contributes to prices running anywhere from $25 to $40 per pound. Hunters keep their hunting grounds in the strictest confidence, because, as Lindemann says, “They tend to come up at the same place every year.”

So why not capitalize on their finds? For one thing, Lindemann says, “Selling is a bit tricky.” Anything more than a handful requires a permit, and when taken in larger quantities a collector’s license is required. Another challenge with wild mushroom collecting is finding them—which usually entails a pretty ambitious hike. And after hours on the trail, there are no guarantees, as the chanterelle can be elusive. But the biggest challenge is cleaning them and either getting them on the table immediately, or freezing them after they’ve been cooked and all the moisture has been forced out. Chanterelles are highly perishable, and getting them to market is extremely labor intensive.

“It’s somewhat of a time sensitive thing,” explains Silver, a full-time landscape contractor who grew up with Lindemann. “Yeah, and we both have day jobs!” adds Lindemann, a full-time glass artist.

But you don’t have to hike for miles in the backcountry or risk misidentifying a potentially toxic mushroom for the opportunity to feast on the chanterelle, because we’re coming into the season when local restaurants will have them on special. Tim Kilcyone, the chef at The SideCar Restaurant in Ventura, is a big fan of wild chanterelles. “They’re actually one of my favorite mushrooms,” he says, “the flavor of them, the earthiness. Because they’re wild and not cultivated, you have to wait for the perfect temperature and the rain.” Their limited availability makes it all the more special for Kilcyone, who can’t resist when someone shows up at his back door with chanterelles for sale.

“They’re great with a big red wine, a Cab or a Bordeaux,” he says. So next time you see the storm clouds gathering, pour yourself a glass and get ready!

Do not eat wild mushrooms unless they have been identified by an expert and cooked.

Click here to read the story with photos, as published in Ventana Monthly magazine October 2007.

Tree Huggers: The Whitman Residence

Tree Huggers

Gaudi-esque flamboyance gets back to nature at the Ojai home of Marc and Julia Whitman.
By Lisa Snider—Photos by Gaszton gal

ested into Ojai’s backcountry near Lake Casitas is a hidden architectural gem that masterfully merges art and craftsmanship with nature to create a residence that is one with the surrounding oak-studded property.
The home was a 15-year labor of love that Marc and Julia Whitman began designing shortly after they were married in 1986. As a wedding present, Julia’s parents, John and Melody Taft, signed over a one-bedroom cabin on a 40-acre parcel of the family’s 320-acre compound. Initially, Marc says, Julia did not warm to the idea of moving back home. But Marc saw great potential: “I knew this was a really special spot and we would never find anything like it, or be able to afford anything like it.” Taking in the breathtaking surroundings, he adds, “I can’t think of anywhere else in the world I would rather be.”

The tiny cabin, built in the 1930s as a fishing outpost, had one bathroom, a fireplace, and no power or hot water. Before the newlyweds moved in, they fixed up the 700-square-foot space and added electricity and a water heater. To give themselves more room and accommodate their growing family (today they have a 19-year-old daughter and a 23-year-old son), an upstairs room was added, but it could only be accessed from outside.

Marc, who had just started an architectural firm in Ojai, promised Julia the cabin would become their dream home and started to draft the plans. In 1987, he gave her a Christmas gift of an architectural rendering showing how he imagined the home would one day look. Today, that signed drawing hangs on an interior wall.

A heritage coastal live oak that grew behind the cabin, adjacent to Santa Ana Creek, inspired the home’s design, as did the work of Spanish Gothic architect Antoni Gaudi. As an architecture student, Marc had traveled to Spain, where he visited Gaudi’s most famous work, La Sagrada Familia church. Its style resonated with the Ojai native, whose designs, like Gaudi, are rooted in nature. He gravitates toward organic shapes and curves; Julia, who also grew up in rural Upper Ojai, refers to her husband’s style as “feminine” and “sculptural.”

Over the years, Marc has worked on many residential and commercial projects in the local area. “I love the whole magical aspect of taking ideas and then they become a physical reality,” he says. But after so much time working to manifest his clients’ artistic and creative expressions, Marc found himself asking, “What's my expression?”

Five years ago, that question was answered when Marc and Julia’s dream home finally became a reality. Named for the property’s singing frogs, “La Rana Canta” feels cozy and inviting, although it has grown to 4000 square feet. Ceilings billow gracefully over gently curving arches that rise from columns resembling tree trunks. The oak tree that had grown behind the little cabin became the new home’s centerpiece, and Marc went to great lengths to care for its roots by hand-pouring and hand-digging the concrete foundations. One of the home’s five fireplaces is original, as is an exterior staircase and the front porch. “We wanted to keep as much of the original cabin intact as possible,” says Marc.

From all angles, large windows gaze high into the tree. Ascending the stairs to the second and third floors makes you feel as if you're actually climbing into the tree itself. Marc’s artistic handiwork is evident in the smallest details, including his own tile mosaic of the tree, given a prominent place in the third-floor bathroom.

In the master bedroom, a Gaudi-inspired balcony is made to give the impression of sitting amongst tree limbs while looking down into the flowing water of Santa Ana Creek, which usually runs year-round. Bird feeders are placed strategically and see a lot of activity. “Instead of watching TV in the morning, we watch the birds,” says Julia.

With the Los Padres National Forest as their backyard, wildlife is abundant. Hawks, owls, coyotes, herons, bobcats, ringtail cats, and foxes are frequent visitors. Marc has even seen a mountain lion, and has had more than one run-in with a raccoon inside the house looking for food.

One would think that such a rural setting would yield silent evenings, but the rushing creek waters, singing frogs, and even an occasional snorting bear remind the couple they are not alone. “We're in the hub of the wildlife world,” says Marc.

With an exterior that at first blush appears grand and whimsical, the interior, by contrast, is fluid and intimate. “It's a very livable house,” says Julia, who set out after construction to choose the home’s tasteful interior finishes.

The signature space and focal point is the outdoor living room on the ground floor. Its sensuous curves, ivory columns, giant fireplace, and overhead skylight are wrapped in gorgeous draperies, which are pulled aside to welcome guests. As the home’s largest room, it becomes the perfect place for entertaining. Marc and Julia have strong ties to the community and often host fundraisers for their favorite charities, including the Ojai Education Foundation (which Julia’s family helped found), the Ojai Film Festival, and the Ojai Music Festival.

Reflecting on the 15 years of dreaming, designing, and living in an unfinished construction project, Julia is proud of the home her husband built. “It turned out perfect,” she says, adding, “Now that we have finally graduated into this, I can’t quite imagine how we lived all those years the other way.”

Fitness Columns

Lisa first became interested in fitness when her P.E. teacher told her she threw like a girl.  In the 80’s she was intrigued by leg warmers.  Today she hikes and does Pilates.  And she still throws like a girl.

Click to read Lisa's fitness column in the VC Reporter (newest artcles at the bottom):

Hiking in Ojai, as published in the annual '07 Fitness Guide
Yoga, as published in the annual '05 Fitness Guide

Monthly columns:
Runners Do Weird Things, on sleeping next to a half marathoner
Grace to Spare, on Pilates      PILATES PODCAST
To Gym or Not To Gym, on finding your perfect fitness match
Returning from illness or injury, on getting back in the game
Men's Health for Father's Day, Taking the Y chromosome to the M.D.
A Pedestrian Pursuit, Leisurely walks can grow to fitness routine
A Fitness Plan That’s All Wet, Here’s a tip: Take a dip
Fitness without the fitness center, Getting in shape at home
Rock out, Getting a total body workout by climbing
Not just a pretty name, Rolfing expands on massage experience
The Hula Hoop Proxy, BodyHoops
A Recipe for Fitness, the perfect meal
Fitness Fashion, I'm not working a runway, I'm working my abs
Mental Fitness, Train your brain
A good night's rest, the elusive pursuit
Ergonomics, Making sure your boss is your only pain in the ass at work
Corporate Fitness, Exercise well-suited for the workplace
Why so hypertense? Getting control of high blood pressure
The stay-cation, Stay fit, stay healthy, stay solvent, stay home
Skin Protection, a summer guide to preventing skin cancer
Digestive Health, tips to keep you regular
A healthy diet, Sometimes it's the little things that count most
Fitness disguised as fun gets the job done
Decision 2008: How to cope with the stress
Beefcake: it's not what women want
Surviving the Holidays: Your 2008 Guide
Resolve to make resolutions you will keep
Chocolate: more than just a Valentine Day indulgence
Zen and the art of working out: making the mind-body connection
Colorful Dining: look to the rainbow to make healthy meal choices
Short Workouts: carve out just a few minutes throughout the day
Sleep: Skip the propofol and choose to sleep the old-fashioned way
Wine: A glass a day keeps the doctor away?
Kids' Health: Back to school lessons in moderation and nutrition at the farmers market
Breast Health: How are your ta-tas?
Avoiding Illness: More tips than just washing your hands
Acupuncture: Get stuck with needles (Fitness, Health and Beauty Guide - January 2010)
Self Talk: It's OK to talk to yourself, just make sure you say nice things!
Be A Competitor! (January 2010)
Cardio Counts! (March 2010)
My Favorite Foods (April 2010)
Your Own Home Gym (May 2010)
Fun in the Sun (June 2010)
Fitness Core Values (July 2010)
Sun Protection and a Rogue Freckle (August 2010)
Eat Local (September 2010)
Rethink Your Drink (October 2010)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

An Urban Hike in Ventura

EVERY WEDNESDAY
Ventura eve hike is the place to be
By Lisa Snider

When I decided to go on the Ventura Urban Hike on a Wednesday evening, I had no idea what a loyal following this weekly trek has developed over the last twelve years.

At least fifty hikers met at the fountain across from the Mission in downtown Ventura for the four-and-a-half-miler.


Hikers are shown on the way to Grant Park, the Wednesday evening outing lead by Kurt Pressler, which goes in a circle from
the San Buenaventura Mission up to the park, to the pier and back. (Photo by Kurt Pressler)
At 7 p.m. on the dot, we began our leisurely two-hour journey from downtown Ventura, up to Grant Park and Father Serra’s Cross, along the hillside, through town, across a freeway footbridge, down to the pier, over to Surfer’s Point, up the Ventura River and back to the San Buenaventura Mission. Except for a short optional detour at the top, the entire hike is atop paved surfaces. It starts out pretty ambitiously, ascending a staircase from Main Street all the way up to Poli Street, but clearly I was the only one fazed. Regulars chatted and caught up on the week’s events, digging their heels in with little effort. Once we hit the last step and crossed the street, the real climb began. Just as I was looking for sherpas and oxygen (we gained 387 feet in just 20 minutes), we made our way to the cross, where the reward was spectacular panoramic vistas all the way to the Channel Islands. One hiker, Letty Ortiz of the Ventura Housing Authority, has been enjoying this social hike with friends and coworkers for the past two years. “I like the conversations that we have while walking.” For Ortiz, it’s more than a physical workout, and the part of the trail she likes the most is the stroll along the beach. “That’s the place that’s the most calming.”

Long time Sierra Club member Kurt Preissler has been leading the Ventura Urban Hike every Wednesday evening for two years. Preissler, a 47-year-old photographer who owns a media services company in Ventura, leads the group, which sometimes hovers over 100; rain, shine or dark of night (most bring flashlights in winter), even on holidays, when the event still manages to bring out some 25 people or more.

This time of year, the Ventura Urban Hike is particularly popular due to the high summer temperatures on the inland trails. “A lot of people don’t really know how to hike in the heat,” said Preissler, encouraging locals to come out on this cool evening hike.

Near the cross, a sign tells of recent mountain lion sightings, but Preissler said that shouldn’t deter folks from joining them. “The numbers that we are and the noise that we make, I really don’t think a mountain lion is going to approach us,” adding the familiar adage that there is safety in numbers.

“The best way to be safe is to hike with us,” said Preissler, also inviting the Santa Barbara, Arguello and Conejo groups to join in the fun, too, which oftentimes ends with snacks and beverages at Busy Bee Diner on Main a block up from the mission. For more information on the Ventura Urban Hike go to: www.LosPadres.SierraClub.org/Sespe

As published in the Sierra Club's Condor Call August/September 2008.

Santa Monica Mountains (SAMO) Youth Group

Img53.pngAmarú Moses spent his summer doing what most teenagers try their best to avoid.  He pulled weeds, repaired fences, cut down trees and hauled debris.  And he loved every minute of it.

“It would be hard to match this experience,” says the 17-year-old Hueneme High School senior, who was among 4 students in the Oxnard Union High School District selected to work last summer for the National Park Service.  Amarú and 11 other teens in the Santa Monica Mountains (SAMO) Youth Group awoke each morning at 5:00 a.m. before heading out to the trails of the 153,000-acre Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area, the world's largest urban national park.

As Biological Science Aides, the SAMO Youth Group was primarily responsible for plant ecology restoration, which involved manual weeding and solarization (watering an area then covering it with a plastic tarp).  They also helped maintain a native plant nursery and rebuilt a corral for 2 grazing horses at Rancho Sierra Vista.

Saturdays offered a welcomed respite from their daily labor in the hot sun to work with Park Service Interpreters.  For their interpretation, called "We Go Eco," they set-up displays and provided information to the public about Chumash culture.

Amarú, a runner on Hueneme High’s cross country team, heard about the summer job through his coach.  “The whole outdoor experience has made me see a whole new job for myself,” said the teen, who is currently applying to colleges in Northern California and on the east cost.

The best part of Amarú’s summer with the park service was the week-long trip to Santa Cruz Island, the largest of the Channel Islands.  Most of the week was spent eradicating 470 non-native Eucalyptus trees.  Eucalyptus are an invasive species that take as much as 10 times the water of other native plants, so the group had their work cut out for them.

The team stayed in Prisoner’s Bay at the UC Field Station in a dormitory with bunk beds.  They did their own cooking and cleaning and after an 8-hour workday, spent their leisure time hiking and swimming, either at a nearby swimming hole or at the beach.

The work not only offered a paycheck and new friends, but a new education and a bond with supervisors, who treated them as employees, not students.  “They told us what we did made a difference.”  Amarú plans to return next summer before heading off to college.  “It was the first time I ever had to do really hard manual labor so it was a really good learning experience.” 

For more information about the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area, visit their website at www.nps.gov/samo.

Photo Credits: Cesar Tejeda, Antonio Solorio

Published Fall 2006 in the Sierra Club's Condor Call.