Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Mentryville Portent . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 19 October 2017; published on 11 March 2019

Image: “Sycamore Tree and Boulder, Mentryville, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 19 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sycamore Tree and Boulder, Mentryville, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 19 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Dear Ones,

I recall a portent that happened on 19 October 2017. I had intended to go for a hike in Mentryville Park, near Stevenson Ranch, California, that day. This was a hike I discovered in 2008, and introduced the “Lost and Found Gang” indie hiking group to it.

Mentryville Park is run by the Mountains Recreation and Conservation Authority (MRCA) …

Link: “Mentryville” … ..

The historic Felton Schoolhouse is there; that was the first school in Santa Clarita Valley. It housed grades one through eight from about 1885 to 1932. Near the school is a trailhead that goes up into the mountains.

The park is accessed by taking Pico Canyon Road west, then left on Pico Canyon Service Road to the parking lot for Mentryville Park. On my way there I noticed an economy car parked on the south side of the junction of the two roads, which seemed odd. It looked like there was no one in it.

Then in the parking lot for Mentryville Park, I parked and paid. There were no cars in the lot, other than my own; but standing in the lot … ‘out of the blue’, as it were … was an older man of medium height, with a Greek nose, wearing a thin tie. As I paid, he regarded me, then walked on … maybe toward the car parked some ways back along the road, I thought.

The thin tie he was wearing stuck out in my mind, as I rarely see that conservative type of tie in Los Angeles … and so far, never at all had I seen a man wearing a tie in a park parking lot, through all my long years of hiking the mountains in the Los Angeles area. So there was that.

I looked around the historic ruins of the schoolhouse and took a few photos, but as I am not sure of copyrights, thought it best not to post them online.

Then as I turned to the trailhead to my left, which that year had good brush and tree cover semi-obscuring the trail, I had the oddest foreboding that a ‘hit man’ was lying in ambush, on the rising, brush-covered incline to the right of the trailhead.

So I turned around and headed home. On my way back, I looked for the economy car I had seen on my way in, and it was still there, unoccupied, as nearly as I could tell. Which made the matter of the thin-tied Greek-nosed gentleman in the parking lot all the more a mystery.

This is the type of story I tend to remember, as there is no way of knowing whether the portent in my mind was or was not true. However, my rule of thumb is, why bother to tempt fate, if we feel things are not quite right? There are plenty of opportunities, here in Los Angeles, to have adventures without needing to endure that ‘sinking sensation’. On to the next trailhead! … That is my philosophy.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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