- Don’t Diddle with Our Peace Cairn
- Cairn-ly Diorama at Big Bear Lake
- Uncrowded beach, are we really at Newport?
- Stumbling and bumbling into contemporary art in LA
- Koalas, rainbows and wild orchids (catching up)
- Conditioning for Mt. Baldy
- Wrights…Frank Lloyd, that is
- Retirement, retirement!
- #May Day 2017
- A March for Science in Los Angeles
Both the LA Times and the San Gabriel Valley Tribune reported 30,000 marchers at the May Day demonstation in DTLA. I arrived at 11 a.m. at the launch point on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Alvarado Street to find a mass of people had filled up MacArthur Park, eager to begin the march up Wilshire Boulevard to City Hall. It seemed like a massive turnout.
It took that crowd almost thirty minutes, marching and chanting shoulder to shoulder and covering the full width of Wilshire, to leave MacArthur Park. Two and a half miles and nearly two hours later, they began to arrive at Grand Park, gradually filling in the rising parkland facing the stage at City Hall. There were waves of red, orange, purple, black, blue. Signs in Spanish and English, men, women, children. All ages. All colors. All genders and persuasions.
Words of the day: “No!” “Unidas,” “Si, se puede!”
Nearly one hundred unions and community groups were represented, according to the San Gabriel Valley Tribune. The Teamsters, several chapters of SEIU, Roofers, Steelworkers, Health Care Workers, the FMLN. Huh? The FMLN? The Marxist group that fought a revolutionary war in El Salvador for years and only recently laid down their guns to become a political party? They marched with an eye-catching banner.
The march passed through all the elements that make up DTLA…high rises, office workers, construction, the freeway. Denizens and drivers waved, honked, took pictures and the crowd waved back and cheered as it surged past restaurants, past coffee shops, the Grand Central Market and Angel’s Flight to Grand Park.
It just seemed like more than 30,000 people.
It seems strange that we demonstrated for science … isn’t it the foundation of modern life … likening the march to demonstrating in favor of food or water or oxygen?
Nonetheless, thousands of us converged on DTLA, riding buses, the metro, carrying signs, props, even costumes. Signs of the day: “No science, no internet,” “No plague? That’s Science.” But the very best: “No science, no BEER.”
I would add, “No science, no photography!” Armed with my Galaxy Mini S4 to document the event, it was hard to miss the humorous and sometimes witty flavor of the day. Still, too slow to boot up, my phone camera missed the raunchy cardboard cutout of President Trump. And because of my lack of height, I missed a gory, dripping sign that read “Even Zombies Love Brains.” (Everyone else’s heads covered the bottom word, Brains. )
Chino Hills State Park is covered with yellow mustard, wild radish and poppies. Trailheads seem to have disappeared in the mustard…we couldn’t locate Raptor Ridge, for example, nor the Hills for People trail.
It is always a pleasure to return to a section of Los Angeles that sports a busy urban corridor rising to mansions on the hills, all replete with history and (more importantly) good eating.
This Thursday we returned to Silver Lake with hillside homes sometimes owned by celebrities, crumbling staircases that once provided shady routes to the Red Car electric rail line that connected the city.
We started at the Astro Family Restaurant with its goofy star and retro dining room. It offered excellent coffee and gigantic servings of eggs, potatoes, and French Toast. Nothing to do afterwards but walk it off climbing those stairs … first 56 then 156…to a view of the LA basin and a house once owned by Judy Garland.
One of the great pleasures of these Secret Stairs walks comes when meeting residents who love to share stories about their celebrities. This time, we heard about Tom Mix and the studio he built so he could film in the woodsy trees that are still home to grey herons and red-tail hawks that soar above the neighborhood.
We bypassed the Home Cafe and headed to Los Felix for lunch at Alcove. No pictures…too eager to dive into my grilled vegetable salad…
On the way back to the car, we passed a beautiful Spanish style church with an appealing red door and a sign inviting passersby to visit. There we were greeted by Sexton of St. Mary of the Angels Church, Bruce, who happily shared the turbulent story of the small congregation that now calls it home. Founded in l908, St. Mary of the Angels was home to celebrities like Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks. The current building was completed in l930 but is an on-going project, as is the desired reunion with the Roman Catholic Church, the issue that caused the 4 1/2 year fissure that divided the original congregation of about 60.
I was introduced to Marshall Canyon more than 20 years ago when this emerald beauty became the home base for the La Verne Trail Trekkers. We know it as a complex of paths stretching some five miles north of Baseline Road. Sometimes called Sherwood Forest, this hidden gem includes two streams, Marshall Creek and Live Oak Creek, and steep cliffs with views of Pomona Valley and beyond.
Imagine my surprise when, after 21 years of hiking these hills, a series of puzzling trail signs appeared at the same time that park rangers erected a bench in honor of retiring county supervisor Mike Antonovich. (Who also happened to be running for a seat in the State Senate.)
One day we found, less than half a mile from the trail head, a brand new six mile trail marker. There are three entry points to the canyon’s trail system…and none of them are six miles apart. An almost nonsensical one mile marker stood nearby and further uphill, markers indicating seven and more miles sprouted.
Ah, but we’re a resourceful bunch of hikers. And thanks to the Carters, we were led to the very beginning…mile marker zero…at the northern end of Bonelli Park. It starts at the point where Marshall Creek flows into the park, almost four miles from the actual canyon. (The Carters did some serious online research, looking at Los Angeles County’s park and trail system maps, using their own maps and gps to locate this trailhead.) (And no, at this point in time, there is no map of this new and puzzling trail system anywhere in Marshall Canyon.)
It is nevertheless an interesting walk between Bonelli and Marshall Canyon. Yes, it follows Marshall Creek, which is sadly channeled in concrete and dressed in chain link.
We started early in the morning, located the first mileage sign and headed down into the wash.
We trudged in the early morning light, either in the wash with a sparsely running creek or alongside at street level. We emerged from underground to cross Wheeler Avenue, then headed down into the wash again, through miles one, two and three. At one point, the path and the creek cross over the 210 freeway before heading into the neighborhoods between Foothill Boulevard and Baseline Road.
After four miles or so, we entered the walkway that would take us to the debris dam that serves as boundary for Marshall Canyon. We were again in the cool, green forest walking along a wild creek, unchanneled and running with spring rains. One mile from the debris dam, we crossed under Esperanza Drive and less than two miles later, arrived at the six mile marker.
We ended our trek from mile marker zero to mile marker six on the sunny trail that heads north and east towards Claremont and Mount Baldy. According to the county trail map, this system ends at 7.8 miles in that direction. But that (and the puzzle of the one and two mile markers nearby) is for another day.
When local streams run fast and cold, it’s hard to resist dipping our toes into the sparkling water. We visited the Hahamonga stream near JPL and the Etiwanda Preserve in Rancho Cucamonga.