SQUARE: yyy67
DATE: 2.6.94

TIME ELAPSED: 4:33
MILEAGE: 139.0

I slipped into the guarded, gated community on the Palos Verdes Peninsula by hiking up a wooded ravine and ascending a horse trail. For a time on the private streets, the only sounds were of birds and the distant hum of muffled pool pumps. I passed a woman coaching a girl on a small bicycle with training wheels. The street ended at long gated drives flagged with signs warning of armed response. "There comes that man again," said the child as I returned, and the mother hustled her out of sight along a curved driveway. As I photographed trees and clouds reflected in a car, a woman with a small dog on a short leash gave me a wide berth.