Feral, Fenced and Fortified
by Pasadena Adjacent
Possession isn’t nine-tenths of the law. It’s nine-tenths of the problem.
Feral Homestead and Mine; abandoned
Traveling on the edge of the Sespe wilderness (map) in my search for the “Feral” was both beautiful and troublesome. Every side road seemed to be followed by a locked gate. An abundance of “KEEP OUT” signs, barbed wire and spent cartridges were the norm. Landowners kept up a game of smoke and mirrors. They’d leave empty cars on the edge of their property meant to intimidate by giving the impression of ongoing surveillance. Sometimes “said” car’s weren’t empty and you would notice them following you at a distance. Sorta creepy. We happened upon a small campground occupied by Post Vietnam Rambo types. Our sudden appearance seemed to arouse suspicion and paranoia. Noticing an out of season deer carcas hanging behind one camouflaged fellow, I decided playing dumb was my best option. It worked; I’m here. Enjoy.