I was at Temescal Regional Recreation Area yesterdayyou probably call it Lake Temescaland was happy to spot one of my favorite places.
This big hunk of Franciscan something-or-other sits near the head of the lake, displaying the ugly attractiveness that the French call jolie laide. Not a hundred feet away runs the Hayward fault, and there’s a free-running stream here too. Some classic oak trees shade picnic tables, and you can even swim where fish can nibble your toes.
Big Rock is the place I used to illustrate my post “Leave the Stone Alone.” Because for some reason, people seem to respect Big Rock.