Today Chris and I hiked to the Bridge to Nowhere, a giant concrete bridge built in the 1930s that was originally meant to be part of a road through the San Gabriel Mountains. In 1938 there was a flood that washed out the road, which left the bridge standing awkwardly in what feels like the middle of nowhere. It's a 9 mile round trip hike up a river bed with lots of scrambling and river crossings. We saw big-horned sheep, lots of amazing rocks, and when we got back to the parking lot as the sun was setting we saw a guy getting pumped up for some evening solo hiking- the trunk of his car popped and some tinny hip-hop blasting as he laced up his shoes and stretched, sipping from something that looked like it was a McDonald's milkshake.
Then we drove back to Culver City and ate at the Hare Krishna temple. All in all, a good day...
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