Near the nearly dry Lake Cachuma, May mustard grass was painting slopes that are now a crispy dry pale brown.
There was even lush wild grass on the low hill with abandoned building foundations next to the old highway with its small bridge that’s now normally under water.
After climbing back over the hill toward SB Harbor we looked back at the Painted Cave community with the vast San Rafael and Sierra Madre ranges towering in the distance.
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