Yesterday we decided that a brisk walk in Griffith Park would be a good way to ring in 2007. It was a gorgeous day in L.A., and we were both feeling sluggish from 5 days in Tahoe that came with morning buffets that featured too many breakfast meats. Those little pork sausages were scrumptious, but it was time to undo some of the damage.
Our "California Hiking" book listed a hike in Griffith Park, but when we got there, we got confused by the directions that were supposed to put us at the beginning of the trail and ended up just winging it, heading off on a path that quickly veered into a much narrower path. Before I knew it, I needed all four limbs to stay on course. My knees were particularly good for balancing when I found myself teetering and trying to avoid a painfull fall. You hear about people getting in silly accidents, and you always wonder how they put themselves into those situations. Well now I know exactly how. Trying to turn around and head down would have been even more difficult so we pressed on until we got to the top, only to find that "the top" was enclosed by a fence, as far as we could safely walk. Nothing like being on the wrong side of a barrier with sharp bits poking out of its top, dirty and sweaty, in full view of a bunch of civilized families off to enjoy an afternoon at the Griffith Observatory. Not to mention the ungainly scaling of the barrier. Our little jaunt had put us so far away from a direct path back to the car that it took us well over two hours to get back to it, sticking to a more populated, obvious path. Pork sausage and bacon residue safely banished. And for someone who has long lamented her flat, waspy, white-girl ass, hiking up scrubby hill with no good grip might be my new thing. The old gluteus maximus is squealing with pain today.
On the way up our near-death climb, we had both commented on the unusually high number of lone men we saw at the base of, or near our upward path. Today we find out that that we had most likely ventured through the area that is one of Griffith Park's known cruising spots for men looking for some boy-on-boy action.
Ferdinand Magellans we are not.