When I was on the fire team up in the Santa Cruz mountains, there were a couple of places we were likely to stay away from. One was some local's property, Ben Chirco, he made the news once, crazy mother fucker. We wouldn't go near that fuckers place without the sheriff leading the way and they even didn't want to go near him.
The other was up in Last Chance, an off-grid community behind a gate way back there. They didn't like strangers, and the government even less, and the government included us. If we had to go back there and got a bad vibe, we were okay with saying fuck it and leaving. Watch you place burn, we didn't care.
There was some really sketch places up around Boulder Creek I would be nervous about, but that was a different team's area so they had to deal with that situation, not us.