I drove to Mt Wilson, biked down the toll road, and stashed the bike near the switchback SW of Mt Yale. Then I traversed N on foot. The idea was to stay at the 4200ft contour (as mentioned in one of Pat Macha's books). Previously I was above that level. The whole thing is a steep slope with lots of brush. Initially it's open enough such that you can make progress reasonably quickly, even though there's lots of poison oak. Then you hit a big gully (Harvard branch of Eaton Canyon), and past that the brush is much thicker. It was really slow going, and kinda unpleasant. Eventually I decided that I was far enough, and that it wasn't supposed to be this much of a pain in the ass. I took a break at my turnaround point

Yeah. Time for a plan B. I did find a few scattered things in 2016, and even though I looked around the area back then (3 different times!) it still made the most sense that the crash site would be close to where I found the parts. So I turned around, and headed back at a higher elevation. And when approaching the previously-found parts, I found the full crash site immediately; no searching required. What's the opposite of beginner's luck?
There's a LOT of stuff here. Full set of photos is on my server. There's lots of honeycomb-like material:

Each tube here is pretty long, so this maybe isn't structural? Some sort of cooling thing, maybe? Lots more brake disks:

This one is noteworthy because the tree at the bottom-right of the photo is growing through it. This was here for a while. Lots of stuff:

There're lots of various body parts, with some looking beefier than others:

Some of this was armored? Stuff, some with part numbers:








More "cooling" stuff?


Getting close to the engine?

Ah yes. Crankshaft:

The other one is off to the side

Landing gear:

There was a very beat-up antler sitting among the parts, so I was able to bring home SOME souvenir:

Rather than fight the brush, I climbed a rocky gully just S of the crash site all the way to the ridge. This still had some brush, and was somewhat technical, and involved extra gain, but it still saved lots of time. Eventually I was on the ridge:

As I was climbing up, a bird was repeatedly dive-bombing into the canyon next to me. It was impressively loud. Here he is, looking for dinner:

He never crashed, so I didn't have to go find him too.