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Today the entire area is part of El Escorpion Park, the private parcels bought up by the Santa Monica Conservancy, and one can now hike on publicly accessible lands from Castle Peak to Kanan Road more than five miles to the west. The conservancy lands include Bat Cave which has been renamed Cave of Munits (I have no idea where that name came from) and is now an exceedingly popular place to visit with a trail going right to the base of it, making it easy to find. Most of the graffiti has been remove or painted over, but continuing graffiti is still a recurring problem, but to a lesser extent. The smells have gone too. If bats ever lived here, they no longer could with the constant flood of visitors. There is ample evidence that pigeons still use the pockets high in the caves for nesting purposes. After hiking maybe half a mile, we climbed up into the cave with a dozen others going in and out at the same time. After exploring the darkest alcove with a headlamp I brought with us, we climbed out through an upper exit that takes one to some overlook perches outside the cave. From there we scrambled up over steepening terrain to the highpoint above, unnamed Peak 1,639ft, via a network of use trails. The peak offers a fine view spot overlooking the immense valley and the mountains surrounding it. I pointed to the San Gabriels 20mi to the east, explaining to Jackie that when we were kids there were only one or two days a year that we could see the mountains there, and then only after a good rain. The rest of the time a gray-black smog hung oppressively over the valley throughout my childhood, eventually broken with the advent of unleaded gasoline in the 1980s.
After leaving the summit, we connected with the regular trail system that took us the short distance east to the top of Castle Peak where we found another party enjoying the views there. Jackie had been up here once before with me on another Thanksgiving visit perhaps 10yrs earlier and had been unable to work up the nerve to conquer the short bit of class 3 to sit atop the summit rocks. She showed no such hesitation today, laughing at the three old guys whenever we showed any signs of hesitancy or weakness. Youth can be cruel to the aged. We were back at the start about two and a half hours after starting out, Jackie getting in some extra climbing on one of the buildings while we were waiting for Tom who was bringing up the rear. Time to go check on those turkeys...
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