Old Topanga Canyon Road, Topanga, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"Walking home, holding the water carefully, one of us might whisper, “Ingmar Bergman.” And the other one might smile. The only time I can remember terror down on Old Topanga Canyon Road was when, as several of us were silently dunking our pans into the shallow stream (and it took all the time in the world to do it right, to hold the pan so that the clearest liquid might seep over the lid of the pan, to avoid the sometimes very hideous things that oozed on the bottom, to avoid the pale foam that collected at the side), a noise, I can’t even tell you what a noise, a hideous, barking metallic vibration shook us all and from out of a bank of ashes, faster than a snake platoon, a figure flashed past us and out of sight, leaving an odor of shit and fear, and the shit was right there in spots on the pitted road."