Oh...you lived up in the nose bleed section...
Back when, I could walk to the intersection at the foot of my cul de sac, cross the street, and climb right up into the chapparal with the deer, coyote, road runners, and diamond backs. Worst that ever happened to any of us was one of the guys from a couple of streets up lost hs balance traversing a thoughtfully-placed 2x12 and sat down in a big patch of opuntia phaecantha.
Some of the more rowdy neighbors took after the dozer operators with pellet rifles when the developers came to level the nearby hills. To no avail, of course.
The biggest irony of all, however, is what'll happen to you if you go out to the edge of the developments and try to take a walk out into parts of the hills that haven't been built up or paved over. You'll be out there enjoying the undeveloped hills for something less than half an hour before Anaheim PD has thier ghetto bird orbiting above you, and the copilot is on the PA ordering you back to civilization.
"Public property" my fine, white --
THAT'S what really hacks ME off. [Ya couldn't tell, could ya?]