Las Virgenes Canyon, by the way, is Malibu Canyon south of the freeway. So, again, if you need to go to the beach, or to Pepperdine, I'll wait. Los Virgenes is the other way. It's a road less traveled, because, well, it goes nowhere.
Like so many places that I've visited over the years, doing what I call history adventuring, it puzzles a lot of people, because there's nothing there. There's no Starbucks, no gift shop. There is a hiking trail, but that's really not the point. And if you need to get in your cardio workout, I guess I'll understand. But I prefer to time travel.
Looking out at the Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, you can see what the Spanish explorers saw in the 16th Century. And you can hear the quiet. Don't bother with your cell phone, there's no reception.
It's an area of Live Oak trees and tall weeds (which is as much as I know about the native plants). There, on your left as you enter, is the tree that I call the Tree of Life. I will go there, and touch it. Sometimes I will just sit there, for a very long time. Yes, I know that there is nothing there, and that's the point.
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