It doesn’t take snow for one to take a walk with a sense of wonder. Winter in Los Angeles is brief, but still significant in the sense of renewal it brings. On Christmas Day, I took a hike along a ridge bridging the southwestern San Fernando Valley to the Pacific Palisades.
It was overcast and slightly foggy, which kept the temperature nice and brisk – perfect for hiking.
It was too foggy to get much of the view, however:
In winter, the hills get green from the rain:
The trees do go dormant, this one losing all its foliage other than the mistletoe:
… yet the buds of the new leaves are already beginning to form:
The lemonberry bushes are budding, too:
These flowers aren’t sure if it’s spring or fall:
The trail is mostly easy to follow:
… even though at times a web of side trails make a maze along the ridge:
The caches I found were hidden off the trail like Easter eggs:
Canyonback #3
Canyonback #2
Canyonback #1
Canyonback #0
It was a most satisfying way to spend my afternoon. Next: on to 2011, which is really a futuristic number, isn’t it?