This weekend, upon the recommendation of new friends we met at a birthday party, I convinced Josh to try out a new hike called the Fryman Canyon rainforest trail. The lure of shade (difficult to come by in Los Angeles hikes), several abandoned cars that had plunged off Mulholland Drive, climbable trees and a decrepit rope swing all made it sound like the perfect Sunday morning adventure. So despite the 40 minute drive and the fact that we were headed away from the breezy coast into the baking valley heat, we headed out to Studio City to find the trailhead.
If you know me, you know that I’m always up for trying something new. And if you’ve accompanied me on enough adventures, you also probably know that 2/3 of the time, I hit it out of the ballpark. But . . . about 1/3 of the time, the experience turns out to be a dud. Yes, it’s usually an adventure, but not the pleasant kind. More of the frustrating, getting lost, turning around, too much traffic, why-didn’t-we-just-hang-out-by-the-beach-instead kind. : )
The bad news? We got lost a couple of times. Then we tried to access the trail from the wrong spot, which meant a hike through a narrow, poison oak-fringed trail that would have made the perfect napping spot for a big rattlesnake or two. And despite hopping a few smaller fences, our explorations were eventually ended by an enormous, razor wire-topped fence.
The good news? We had a pleasant, shady walk through a neighborhood with very nice houses. And, we battled the traffic back to Venice in time to recuperate for the rest of our Sunday afternoon.
And yes, I still plan on going back to check out the Fryman Canyon rainforest trail. That rope swing is still out there, just waiting for me . . .