This little canyon was a short 20 minute drive from Irvine and was a favorite little hiking spot for me and a couple friends during highschool. It had a little creek and a path alongside it… nothing special other than that it was close and it was a bit of a weird little hide out. Beer cans were under bushes, little caves had evidence of poorly made fires and possibly recent sleeping inhabitants, and once I think a car was broken into in the parking lot while we were hiking. One of my favorite memories here was inviting Leanne out for the first time under the premise of searching for newts (even though I knew there were no newts) and which we called Enises without explanation. I have no idea why she agreed to come out with us under such sketchy circumstances, but she did, and not only that but while walking down the creek she somehow slipped on a rock and kicked me in the head. Silverado!

Unfortunately, last I heard it was being developed with houses. Poor Enises and bums and highschool hippies who want to hide out in the hills and drink beer!