Growing up, well, I never really grew up, but when I was younger, my family lived in Chino Hills California. Even though it is only 40 miles east of Los Angeles, it was known for corn and cows, or the smell of cows to be more precise. Chino Hills was a small family town on the edge of one of the largest dairy preserves in the country.
A little over a mile from home was the entrance to Chino Hills State Park.
The land has a rich and long history. The spanish settlers ran cattle through the area, and most recently, before the park was formed in 1981, much of the area was used for grazing cattle, there are still some remnants left within its boundaries. Currently the park is protecting over 14 thousand acres and is part of the Puente-Chino Hills Wildlife Corridor.