“Wanna go for a hike?”
It was five miles from my sister’s house in Los Angeles and she’d never heard of it, a sweet shady walk along a trickling creek that led to a wide trail uphill to the Observatory at Griffith Park.
Green, lush, stream, trail, are not words usually associated with Los Angeles, but there are many wonderful green spaces in the city, and miles of trails and parkland.
What do you do after you’ve been on the move for a year, every day an adventure, every minute unexpected, making it up as you go along? You keep on exploring, of course! Even though that exploration might be closer to home.
So I’m in the hills now admiring them in the golden glow of a Los Angeles sunset, the din of traffic softened by the trees and brush. It’s a city I’ve lived in most of my life. I know all the good places to get lost, can drive from one end to the other solely on side streets, and have more friends than I have time to visit. But it’s not holding me. It’s not telling me to stay.
I have some ideas about what’s coming next, but I’ll leave that all a surprise. For now, suffice it to say life continues to be one adventure after another, whether I’m on the move or staying put.