Although Mack had some trouble getting into Griffith Park yesterday, I had none when I zipped in about 3pm and and proceed to walk Romeo to the top of the hill. On the way we spied a photo shoot in progress. Totally Hollywood!
But seriously, I really loved walking in the desolation. No one around. The smell of charred word, the wind blowing through the branches, walking on a dirt road with bright birds flitting from the black stick trees, the layer of ash crust. Magical and eerie at the same time.
I really think the park should let people walk through this area, before they clean it up, to witness what real destruction and desolation looks like. Because way too many people have no clue. As for me, I’m ready for the apocalypse.