Tilden Regional Park - Land and Water Features

Land and Water Features

Much of Tilden Regional Park is situated in the upper stretches of Wildcat Canyon which is also the location of Lake Anza. Lake Anza is about 300 meters (980 ft) long, and the water is somewhat clear. The lake is a good place to go swimming as well as other activities. Jewel Lake, smaller than Anza, is accessible only by trail.

The eastern limit of the park is approximately at the crest of the San Pablo Ridge. The western boundary nearly follows the crest of the Berkeley Hills. The East Bay Skyline National Trail runs just inside the park.

Parts of the park land had been cleared for agricultural use. In many places, exotic trees such as Eucalyptus), have been planted. There are also some relatively recently planted stands of Giant Sequoia. However, current conservation efforts are aimed at restoring native vegetation so far as possible, and significant parts of the park are covered in native coastal scrub. The Regional Parks Botanic Garden is located within Tilden, and features rare and endangered California flora.

During the 1930s, a WPA camp was situated in Tilden Park.

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