An Aimless Wander Through Hidden Valley

My strategy to head out on a walk without researching an area first comes with risks. I went to the neighborhood of Hidden Valley, wedged between Hope Ranch and Las Positas, planning to focus on the loop west of Hidden Valley Park.

I was thwarted by road construction, however, and even if I could have driven over there, I later learned that it’s the Valle Verde senior living complex, and “‘passing through’ is not allowed” during Covid, according to signs. What I saw of the compound from the street was appealing. (The “human good community” phrasing rankled less when I discovered it’s the name of the developer, not a saccharine slogan.)

Every where you turn, you see hills in the background, no doubt how Hidden Valley got its name. It really does feel like its own little world.

I parked near the intersection of Veronica Springs Road and Torino Drive, and, as usual, I was soon worrying that I wouldn’t come across anything worthwhile. I mean, I’ll always find something that tickles my interest—even if it’s just a mysterious pile of dirt or a tree in bondage—but I wouldn’t want those to be the highlights of a blog post.

If I had found this palm frond near the end of my walk, I probably would’ve taken it home. I finally got my husband to agree to put a frond above the sofa in our living room, as a placeholder till we find—and agree on—a piece of art, which could take years. Again, exciting to me and no one else.

Also, the houses I first came across weren’t the nicest, and as this site has grown, I feel less comfortable shining a light on homes where people might not have the time or money to maintain the property well. But then I hit a pretty street and my spirits perked up.

And maybe I loosened up, because suddenly, interestingness was everywhere. Look at the shape of that chimney—and the industrial tank thing on the roof.

I can’t remember the last time I saw a pop-up camper. They always remind me of Jiffy Pop.

Better safe than sorry!

There must be a story here.

And nothing gives me hope like real grass breaking through a fake lawn.

I would seem to be the perfect demographic for a silly-walking zone, but (a) the sign was angled in such a way that I wasn’t sure whether I was entering or leaving, and (b) I didn’t see a sign indicating that the zone ever ended.

Hidden Valley is home to another retirement community, Vista del Monte, besides Valle Verde. (Do you think there’s a Jets-vs.-Sharks turf war between the two? Are intermarriages allowed?) It could very well be a lovely place to live but, with the exception of the pool, it was boring to walk by, so I wandered a different direction.

I passed this trike-riding gentleman a couple of times. Neither of us appeared to be headed anywhere in particular.

There should be more trees planted in the street.

Architecture was not a high point of this walk. The first time I even thought about it was on a strip dominated by the style below—single-story with a small second floor jutting up.

And then there was a clump of houses that all had detached garages, which I don’t see the appeal of. To clarify: I don’t care that the garage is detached—the weather here certainly supports such a choice—but half the house has to look out onto a wall.

Variations on a midcentury design showed up now and again.

And there were definitely many pretty houses.

And pretty streets.

And pretty trees. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an oak shaped like the one below; they’re always allowed to sprawl.

Roadwork was everywhere, and generally a drag, but I was enthralled by the machine that drills large holes in the pavement.

Lucky for me, right when I hit a stinky part of the construction, I came upon an entrance to Hidden Valley Park. The long, skinny park runs along Arroyo Burro Creek, with a playground at one end and a lengthwise trail.

I was the only person on the trail, which probably wouldn’t be a worthwhile destination from across town but if I lived nearby, I could certainly see the charm of walking a dog through it. As can others, judging from the small garbage bins to encourage proper poop disposal.

The flowers known as naked ladies have other names, but they’re a lot less fun.

Back on the street, I was disappointed Danny Zuko and the T-Birds weren’t out working on their rides.

No way, not during spider season.

Speaking of creatures, Hidden Valley has more than its share of animal-inspired yard tchotchkes. I suspect the people in the second house pictured below would like me to point out that the Elmo is not theirs, but their neighbor’s.

And I couldn’t say for sure, but this might be an extremely rare non-ironic flamingo yard ornament.

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The Small-Town Charms of Samarkand
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School House Road and Camphor Place

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Jillian

Our house was on Amalfi Way. I loved that area! Not too far from the beach…not too far from the ponies at Earl Warren.

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Larry Liddle

Have you ever visited the street side Frog Museum (in the Riviera) Or the Pig House (near Butterfly Beach)?

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Leslie

Thanks for a nice walk through Hidden Valley. The other great thing about this neighborhood is they go ALL IN with lights during the December holidays — both Veronica Springs Place and Las Positas Place have every house decorated. It’s a really fun place to walk/drive through.

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