by Phil Warren
Sometimes the stresses of life can add up. I hate to admit it, but I’m not immune- all the adventuring in the world can’t make me ignorant to the fact that adult responsibilities exist and are kind of a drag. Today I had oral surgery, a full day at the office, and, believe it or not, the stresses of not having been keeping up this blog are weighing on me as well.
After work, I wanted to go home and sleep. I wanted nothing more. But part of me realized that wouldn’t really be productive- that’s not me; that’s not how I deal with things. So I decided instead I should wander.
I started on the south east corner of Griffith Park and just walked. I walked up through the burnt down remnants of the old LA zoo, which has a nice paved path. Along the way I noticed pink arrows stickered to the pavement. At a certain point the paved path curved around a fence, but there was a break in the fence. A pink arrow pointed through the break in the fence. Far be it from me to ignore the advice of a random pink arrow, so I climbed through.
On the other side of the fence there were some dirt trails. No further pink arrows were to be found, so I just started hiking. I hiked until the trails became sparse, and every time the trail split I took the narrower choice, in holding with Robert Frost. Interesting note about Robert Frost: There is absolutely nothing interesting to note about Robert Frost.
The trails stopped looking like trails at a certain point, and the path I was on began to resemble some sort of naturally occurring drainage channel just a few inches wide. An older gentleman passed me, coming down, however, so I assumed people were supposed to be here. I contemplated talking to the man, who looked frighteningly similar to the man from Pixar’s “Up”, but decided that wasn’t really the point of the adventure. I was doing this by myself, and there was a 50/50 chance the man was an organ thief anyway. What? You weren’t there. You didn’t see him. Totally an organ thief.
I hiked until I ran out of trails.
Then I began to climb.
I wasn’t sure where I was going, but the steep hillside probably would lead to the top of something.
Then it got steeper. Read more »
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