This ain’t quite Rashomon, but it is a bit of a mystery:
So I set out for my usual Thursday ride up Commonwealth Canyon, and I run into a few roadblocks. What’s interesting is not that Griffith Park is closed until further notice due to last week’s fires, but that city workers are giving out three separate stories as to how long we’ll have to wait to get in again:
Dude 1: Commonwealth Cyn, entrance, pickup truck at the top behind an “Area Closed” sign:
“Sorry, sir, it’s closed for at least the rest of the week.” “How come?” “I dunno, there’s still a lotta smoke up in there.” “Hunh. I was up there last week and it was cool.” He shrugs. I move on and try another entrance …
Dude 2: Vermont entrance, behind a full-on cone barricade with gas-powered flasher board:
“Sorry, sir, you can’t go up there. It’s closed.” “For how long?” “It’s gonna be at least until the end of the summer.” “What-the …? What are they doing up there?” ” I dunno, but they closed it for the summer. Twenty-five geologists said it could come down at any minute.” CLANK! (Sound of my jaw hitting the pavement at the audacity of this tale.) “That’s why they posted the Public Services Police here – it’s not safe.” (No such agency exists – the guy’s just wearing a Public Services shoulder patch on his shirt, and a hazard-orange vest.)
“Sorry, sir, it’s closed for now.” “For how long?” “Oh, probably just the end of this week.” “What are they doing in there?” “They’re doing some cleanup, I guess, but it should be open by probably tomorrow at the latest. Maybe 5 o’clock.”
Hmm. Do I dare venture back up Vermont tomorrow afternoon to see if 25 geologists were wrong?