With a hat tip to Suzy for waving her finger in this general direction during an away match at Berkeley Hall and saying "I walk my dogs over on that ridge.". I have walked straight into the Santa Monica Mountains. Miles and miles of fire roads, bike paths, trails reaching Rustic Canyon, Mandeville, Sullivan to the west and Topanga and Reseda to the north. I thumb type as I hike, blissful. The great outdoors is good for my humble inner self. It is cathartic.