A mountain ridge runs between central Los Angeles and the San Fernando Valley. Mulholland Drive winds along the crest. People around the world know it for the movie of the same name.
It seemed to me there was some famous overlook where you could see the lights of the LA grid as the sun set, but where was it? The first place I pulled into turned out to be the biggest dog park I'd ever seen, a mountainside of mutts. Eventually I found Runyon Canyon Park. You could walk down paths from the road to several viewpoints and eventually a path leading all the way down to the valley floor. There were views of downtown (LA has one but the city is so polycentric you would never know) and the famous Hollywood sign.
And so we bid good night and farewell to Los Angeles. We'll be back one day. For now - briefly - home to The Lou and photos of our magnificent symphony hall. Then we're on to Kansas City Wednesday and Marysville, Kansas, for the Thanksgiving holiday. Seems like I'm hardly ever home.
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