In the great spirit of Murphy Ranch (sans the Nazi ghosts) and the legendary Salvation Mountain, Riverside County offers the public another colorful jaunt in the woods, this time in the form of a dried up waterfall. Folks, I give you Graffiti Falls, which might be misleading in the waterfalls, but doesn't fuck around in the graffiti department. 
The feeling of danger starts from the very beginning, as you arrive at the "entrance" and start to worry that you're trespassing through somebody's backyard. "Graffiti Falls?" you ask, as you arrive at a very normal looking house on a very normal looking block, "This sounds like some type of ruse created to lure juvenile delinquents to their untimely death." Intimidating from the get go. 
But in reality, this average looking house, on this average looking block actually delivers on its promise and serves as the entrance for about 1.5 miles of dusty flat hiking before you hit the main course. And once you finally arrive at said course, there's no missing it. Mr. Magoo could spot this thing, in the dark, and with ear plugs. 
Gaze upon thee! From afar, it looks like another dimension, a human kaleidoscope come alive or maybe some type of vibrant promised land? or maybe we've finally found the real entrance to Tune Town from Roger Rabbit? Either way, this has my attention immediately. 
Obviously, you realize pretty quickly that this one is an artistic doozy. While similar graffiti driven hikes might deliver in the visual department by having a single building, or water tower tagged up, Graffiti Falls is basically an "all in" effort by the artists who took over. There's nothing natural about any of this anymore, it's just a jarring wall of vibrant colors and illustrations, and damned impressive if you ask me 
As you get closer to the psychedelic beast and start hiking around, the markings get more real, and you begin to see the madness at hand up close. It's a colorful smorgasbord, exactly what think the bile from a vomiting rainbow would look like. This once powerful force of a waterfall is now the mountain equivalent of 1980s NYC subway. It's wonderful. 
So climb around and explore; there's lots to see and appreciate. But don't get too flakey, as the cliffs are slippery, narrow and, let's just say, "pretty distracting" as you bounce from rock to rock. Remember: It's all fun and games until someone dies at Graffiti Falls, so let's keep it that way. 
And once your senses have had enough, head back down the trail and go home. Or, grab a paint can and let here rip.
NOTE: I've been informed that this trail is on private property and is closed to the public. Please do not trespass to view this site or otherwise disturb area homeowner
