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Wilderness Gardens County Preserve is considered a SWAP (Small Wilderness Area Preserve), which provides a ‘mechanism by which people can preserve important natural areas of undeveloped land or small wilderness areas for the use and benefit of the general public.’ Thank goodness for forward thinkers. We, the general public, appreciate having the open space, with its thriving flora (including incredible parasitic relationships) to explore.

Wilderness Gardens is the oldest Parks and Recreation open space preserve in San Diego County. Although this only dates back to 1973, its history is rich. In the late 1800s, people camped out for weeks in order to turn their crops into flour at the only grist mill in north county San Diego. Before then, Native Americans created flour the old fashion way, with a mortar and pestle. Evidence of these distinct ways of life is prevalent throughout the preserve.

6 thoughts on “Wilderness Gardens County Preserve, Pala

  1. Denise says:

    Thank you for the amazing introduction to this hidden paradise. I can’t wait to return. You are an exceptional tour guide!

    1. It was a pleasure! Until next time.
      I love spending time with great company at Wilderness Gardens.

  2. Kimberly Chung says:

    Yeah forward thinkers and preserved natural areas. The colors are amazing!

    1. Thanks! It’s beginning to look a lot like spring!

  3. tagpipspearl says:

    Beautiful pictures – especially of the red Mimulus cardinalis (Scarlet Monkey Flower). I’ve tried to grow two in my garden over the years but our winters are too wet. And your photo of the purple Sisyrinchium bellum (Blue-eyed grass) is gorgeous!
    One more place to visit on my ever-growing list!

    1. I didn’t know the grass was a special grass to identify! Thank you, as always. You are a real pro!

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