It's as good a place to start as any, and the logic is sound.

He polishes off the last of his donut and then leads the way - pushing open the door to reveal mid-afternoon somewhere that was definitely not Southern California. There was no parking, and from what he could see no cars, only a path leading down toward what looks like a decent sized lake and into a dense wooded area.

Without humor he says; "We're not anywhere near home."