Trek

This will be a post about the other side of Los Angeles.

Or, better yet, how about the other side of Hollywood?

Or, better still, how about the other side of the Hollywood sign?


Yeah, I know, that was an incredibly lame intro. Cut me some slack, 'k?

I set out today to make what I estimated to be a 2½-hour hike into Griffith Park. I wound up hiking for over 4 hours. Partly because I was enjoying myself, and partly because it took me that long to get even close to where I'd parked my car. (In the end, I called a friend and hitched a ride for the last half mile, because it was well after sunset, and I was afraid my car would be towed.)

I'm pretty damn tuckered out, so I'll expound in future posts: on Griffith Park, on Hollywood land, and on the status of my calves.

But overall it was an amazing day.

The sign looms over town, serving as a navigational aid
(it's always north), and a reminder of LA's colorful past


Road to nowhere


In the valley, someone has created a small monument;
perhaps an offering to the movie gods?