Fryman Canyon, You Suck

One of the great pleasures of going to visit my folks in LaLa Land has always been pretending I’m not in the city by going for a hike in the hills.  Unfortunately, thanks to the interwebs, celebs and general word of mouth, my once peaceful hike/jog through the hills now sucks.  That’s right, I’m talking about Fryman Canyon.  I think it officially goes by another name (Wilacre Park or some such nonsense), but it will always be Fryman Canyon to me.

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When I was growing up, no one knew about this place.  It was quiet.  It was secluded.  You could go any time of the day and basically have the trail to yourself.  Then it became buzzworthy.  Celebs started going there, which meant that the paps started following.

Now if you don’t get on the trail by 7AM, you get to fight the glut of ridiculous housewives wearing $500 Juicy sweatsuits who have no idea about hiking courtesy or what it means when a runner is trying to pass you yelling “on your left”.  I assume they don’t know, since they continually ignore the warning and give dirty looks as you pass them.  Then they put their purse dogs down (they like to carry them instead of allowing them to walk on the path), let them dump out on the path and keep walking.  Because apparently they believe that the 3 bucks they pay for parking should also pay for someone to clean up after their dogs (assuming they actually pay the 3 bucks and don’t clog up Oakdell and Laurel Canyon).

The other reason people like the hike? George Clooney’s house.  Well, one of his houses anyway.  He owns a crazy plot right off the trail, so when you finish the hike, you get the honor of walking by his house.  This would be the street entrance to his tennis court and guest house (in the background).

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Honestly, I’d be more excited to see the lovely former Miss Hancock, Stacey Keibler than Clooney.  Pretty sure I’ll never catch a glimpse of either though.

I’ll still do Fryman Canyon every time I go visit my folks.  It is after all a really nice little 2 mile trek and gives me a sweet 4.5 mile run when I do the round trip to and from the old house.  I just have to remember to get up there before all the beautiful people do.

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