But I've been a bit off my hiking kick. I haven't wanted to go alone.
The planning, the driving, the navigation, the pack and preparation are exhausting. Not to mention the distance and the elevation change.
But once I'm out there, smiling under the sun, whipping through the wind, gasping at the view, I remember why I love it, and why it's worth the climb.
On a clear day, you can see LA.
On such a clear day last weekend, I returned to the Kenneth Hahn State Recreation Area...
...having gotten a bit lost (as usual) the last time...
...and having been more interested in the adjacent oil history - and present - than in hitting the surprisingly complex trail system...
...which I'd finally discovered on my way out.
There's something about the light this time of year...
...at that particular time of day...
...that makes everything glow in the shadows.
There are various scenic overlooks planted atop the park...
...surrounded by sidewalks to nowhere...
...giving you a good view of the oil fields and surrounding city below.
But up there, near the Olympic Forest (named for the grove planted in commemoration of the former 1932 Olympic grounds nearby)...
...there are the trees and the shadows...
...and the sky and the trail...
...and the wind and the sun.
And for an afternoon late in the year, there needs to be nothing else.
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Photo Essay: Kenneth Hahn State Recreation Area, Oil Adjacent
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