by WOLFDOG » Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:45 pm
I grew up in Idyllwild where my Dad had a telescope business (Coulter Optical). Basically, we would go down there to camp out or just go down for the day on a sunday picnic, just to get away from all the snow we had grown tired of (i.e., 1979). The weather there is a complete 180 (sunny) compared to what would occur back home (snowing). It was never uncommon to hike and stumble upon pottery fragments from deliberate smashed ollas. A neighbor of ours in Idyllwild told of these places (i.e., dumbell mine) and of how at times would get a helicopter drop off/pick up way back in there, just to avoid the tough terrain. No doubt that terrain is exceptionally steep, full of fish-hook thorned cholla, and flesh stabbing agaves, something you don't really see as difficult when exploring the Little San Bernardinos. Not always did we come across honest, friendly people back up there (i.e., drunk, threatning and shooting guns) so we always carried our own pistols just in case; that's my word of caution if you park your car up there.
Jon Braginton