My quest to lose myself on Lost Trail in an escape from suburbia began at a most suburban setting - the Fullerton Municipal Golf Course. I walked a short distance on a different trail to get to the Lost Trail start and was surrounded by suburbia for much of the trip.
|Golf course to my left and condos and a hospital to my above right|
|This was one creepy ass tunnel|
|Does this make you feel lost?|
|I agree! Though, I think this was built for "adverts"|
|what is that I see in the distance?!|
|Pumping for oil, that's what!|
|You can tell this house has a pool, and I was ready to find myself in it|
|If you can't tell, it says "you is important" and you IS|
|You is also smart|
I have decided to implement an arbitrary rating system for my outdoor experiences here in Southern California. To the Lost Trail I award 3 bags of Haribo gummy bears (out of 5) because it's really close to my house, tells me I'm smart, and has lots of birds and stuff.