This is the place I visited to make my cell phone work. I guess the view inspired my phone to get reception! I would run up the hill and around the mountain to one of several clearings. The place got its name because the very first time Dude dad and I visited, there, on the trail, were some of the freshest Manzanita berry turds ever discovered! We looked, wide-eyed, at each other and then over our shoulders! Surely Big Bear Three Bar was hiding in the brush, because that crap was fresh!
On the ridge there was a trail in the grass, as if someone had been surveying the land or enjoying the view. I plopped myself down there too! Creatures big and small agree: Three Bar Bear Ridge is the place to be!