Visit Griffith Park

“I will admit–and not just to please my editor–that I felt a certain reverence for the park as the list of things I’d have to do some other time grew. The Bronson Caves, from the original Batman series? Yup. The greenscape of Fern Dell? You bet. The golf course? Eh, maybe not. I came over a rise and found myself face to face with a lone coyote, which considered me for a couple of beats before vanishing into the underbrush. It was a mystical feeling to be in a place that is as tame as it is wild–enough so to make me forget that I was in the heart of one of the country’s biggest metropolises.”

“The majestic views of a sleepy city doused in pinkish early morning light put a pretty swift end to any blasé feelings I had about Griffith. Afterward, I grabbed an egg-in-a-basket situation from the Trails café before setting of to explore a park that (surprise) turned out to be unlike any other I’ve been to–a strange intersection of wilderness and domestication.”