Well, I just remember my old hippy days when my buddy George and I bought an old Chevy with a six cylinder motor(really just ran on 5), loaded up our gear(two sleeping bags, beer and something for medicinal purposes) and ran away to California. After discovering Coors tall boys(couldn't get them in San Antonio) we decided(after L.A.) that PCH 1 would lead us to heaven. We camped in those overnight parks and played on the day beaches. Yeah, some big cliffs up there, but several decent trails down them. Remember one beach where there was a dead whale and I still remember the huge kelp plants that washed ashore. But we decided to move inland too and scout around. Picked up things that I thought might be native american(hell, a texas kid collected arrowheads from birth). Long adventure short, we got lost in the Ventana Wilderness for 4 days, finally found a cross trail and loved every minute of the huge trees and dense forests. Eventually we hung out for a time near the ranger station at Julia Pfieffer(Burns?) State Park and got schooled on the peoples that lived in California first. We were told that the tribes had their own areas, but moved and traded extensively with each other. The Chumash were mentioned as one of the tribes that had been active in the area in the past and had left signs of their existence. They traded, explored, found berries, fish and shiny rocks(I guess jade) that they wanted. Don't know. So that may just be a natural rock, but I' ll bet H2OGirl that they, like you, picked things up. Indian Steve and I would have picked it up too. So enjoy your journey, collect what you will and never lose your curiosity...