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 »
Meet Rosemary. Rosemary has something that no one I’ve ever met before owns. She owns a vintage carousel. I had no idea this was possible. Located in the heart of Griffith Park, the Griffith Park Merry Go Round is hers. She rents the gazebo in which it sits, but in the event of, I dunno, Griffith Park becoming even more haunted, she can pack up her organ and her carousel and move it to greener pastures.What did I learn?
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