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Cost
Free
Hours
Farm opens 8 AM–4 PM most days (closed on Monday and 1pm on Wedndesday).
Trail is open most days from dusk till dawn.
Photos Taken
Shot 88, kept 38.
with Ricoh GR II
The Standard Gear
Last Update: Apr. 2025
Deer Hollow Farm Trailhead
We parked at lot 6. It was right next to the trailhead and the public bathroom; this was what I deemed VIP parking. The weather was gorgeous—one of the best times to be hiking around South Bay.
The loop was just about 2 miles. Flat and smooth.
The reward for short hikes is the opportunity to leisurely pause and explore.
Flower spotting. Zoltan’s been attending Tracker, a nature focused program, for a few years. One of his our favorite feats of his is his ability to point out the different flowers along the trail. Bonus: he’d hand us edible plants and warn us about the toxic ones.
USA. Phew, what a hot mess right now.
By the way, a bit of google shows that the USA painted here is actually the acronym for “underground service alert” indicating that electrical, gas, cable, water, sewer or power lines lie below.
The 3rd-tallest California Bay Laurel tree in the States
Saw a few folks standing and pointing towards the tree. The curiosity got the best us–we wanted in on the scoop, too. It turned out that they were looking at an owl. A beautiful one, but it was 4 stories feet away.
Can you spot it?
The Oasis
Walking counter-clockwise along the loop, we passed a bridge. Just beyond it, a set of weed-covered steps led down to the creek.
It was quiet—no snippets of overheard conversation, no “excuse me, on your right.” Just tranquility, with only the sound of the breeze and water threading its way over the rocks.
Memento
The significant object(s) from the trip.
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Zoltan, the rock collector. Definitely a trait he picked up from my dad. Z’s always finding rocks—big ones, tiny ones, weird ones. Not all of them are museum-worthy. But when he handed me this one, I immediately saw a little Labrador in it. I didn’t really mind the collecting part, until our living room started looking like a quarry. No system, no shelves—just rocks everywhere. But honestly, every time I trip over one, it’s a reminder of how he sees magic in the little things. And that’s pretty hard to stay mad at.
