I have to say that Santa Barbara Path is the least scenic I’ve traversed so far, with very little in the way of greenery. It’s also possible that the trail being book-ended as it was by huge waste bins (it must have been trash pick-up day) colored my opinion. It was well maintained and easy to walk, but I would call it strictly utilitarian.
I took the Indian Trail on the way home, which I think is my favorite path so far. In great contrast to the Santa Barbara Path, Indian Trail could have been part of a mountain hike. Rocky and shaded by leaning trees, its path is dictated by its natural surroundings, including the occasional boulder. And nary a railing or fence is in sight, even at the bottom of the path, which is steeper and was a bit muddy when I was coming down it. Although I was traveling between houses, it didn’t feel like I was in the middle of a residential neighborhood.
During my fairly short walk, I came across not one but two little free libraries–which is either a comment on the beloved status of the book in Berkeley or reveals the generous, trusting attitude of Thousand Oaks residents. Or both.
Within a block of my home on Capistrano, I happened upon a small table bordering the sidewalk with a bowl of lemons and a small sign offering them free for the taking. I pocketed one with a smile and decided that I live in the best place in the world.