INTRODUCTION
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With Death Valley behind us, our next adventure was a bit more urban. We’d spend the day hitting some Los Angeles highlights. After spending the first hour or so navigating LA traffic, we arrived at Santa Monica Pier. We did a lap on the pier, stopping for lunch at Maria Sol near the pier’s terminus. We caught some rays with a short walk down the beach, and then headed to Griffith Observatory. After touring around the educational exhibits and taking in the daytime city views, we set off on a hike through the hills to the Hollywood sign. The views of rugged nature we’d experienced over the preceding days were replaced by views of man-made development that seemed never ending in all directions, impressive in its own right. Lush greenery covered the hills over which we strode, a narrow path cut through them by the footsteps before ours. After some time, we were looking down on the famous letters we’d come for through a chainlink fence, somewhat disappointing, although understandable. We took a standing snack break on the peak of the hill, before starting back toward the observatory.
Once back at the observatory, we walked around watching the sunset over Los Angeles, the city’s lights gradually dominating our view. And then, we called it a night and drive east out of the city. Hungry for dinner, we stopped at a Buffalo Wild Wings. This was a somewhat sentimental experience as, where Weston and I grew up in a small town in southern Ohio, a Buffalo Wild Wings was built during our Junior High years and quickly became the go-to spot for social gatherings throughout high school. We sat and ate as the LA locals cheered on UCLA playing Gonzaga in the March Madness tournament, and then drove a bit closer to Joshua Tree national park.
A STORY IN PHOTOGRAPHS
