It is about 6:30 p.m. The heat of the day is dissipating, and the evening aromas
of Griffith Parks native foliage begin to waft around a cluster of maybe two
dozen people in sneakers and daypacks.
Welcome, everyone! shouts a large, cheerful, gray-haired man, his arms spread
wide, a football clutched in one hand, a colorful map of Griffith Park printed
on his T-shirt. Its the longest day of the year!
Behind him is Griffith Observatory, fenced off for construction. Ahead is a short
trot up the trail to the summit of Mount Hollywood, and a spectacular sunset,
moonrise and ceremonial tribute to the summer solstice.
This is the Charlie Turner trail, shouts the man, quickly adding, named after
Charlie Turner. Then a plaque honoring George Harrison, who by the way was my
favorite Beatle. Anyone else, your favorite Beatle? Then to a woman in office
clothes: You ever ride in a police car? You want to ride shotgun? Hey! Tell the
fire truck to come back! Is KTLA up there?
This is Los Angeles City Councilman Tom LaBonge, a one-man celebration of all
things L.A., the platonic image of a small-town mayor mysteriously transplanted
to the nations second largest city. And the host of an annual June 21 hike up
Mount Hollywood. LaBonge himself has been hiking up this hill okay, this mountain
every summer solstice since the early 1980s. In a city with few civic rituals,
this one marks the unstoppable clock of nature as does, say, a grunion hunt, and
combines it with the friendly pomp of City Hall.
Well see you up there, says LaBonge, who turns to give instructions to staffers
in cars from the city motor pool. Most of the group moves on up the Charlie Turner
trail. But Ill wait for LaBonge.
And here he is. Isnt this beautiful? he asks. Up the trail the view is even
better, with the Palos Verdes Peninsula and, behind it, Catalina. The ocean itself
is invisible, shrouded by the marine layer. Or is that smog?
LaBonge now has disappeared, caught up in a discussion with some staffers. Up
the trail is Captains Roost, where the native plants give way to the staples
of L.A. backyards oleander, bottlebrush, jacaranda then, beyond, back to the
sages and the artemisias, the same fragrant plants that greet hikers in most of
the natural spaces left in the city, from Will Rogers to Runyon Canyon to Debs
And now, at the top, there are dozens more people where did they come from?
and two fire trucks, a row of flags from many nations, and tables of potluck
dishes from around the world. And heres LaBonge, who caught a ride in a city
car. He climbs on a picnic bench and, again, spreads his arms wide.
Welcome to the greatest spot in the whole wide world! shouts LaBonge. Mount
Hollywood! Griffith Park, Hollywood, California!
There are introductions, speeches, posing for photos, a reminder to everyone not
to forget the annual September walk from Mission San Gabriel to Olvera Street
to commemorate the citys founders.
Whens our hike next year? LaBonge quizzes the crowd, then provides his own
June 21. Every year. June 21! The first day of summer!
Then theres a bustle of packing up and loading city cars, and people scramble
for a spot on one of the fire engines. No one seems to notice, at a minute or
two past 8 oclock, the sun dip behind a mountain to the left of the Hollywood
sign. The streetlights glitter below in the eastern San Fernando Valley.
Were walking down the wide trail now, but my wife says it doesnt look quite
right. A black car bounces from behind us and pulls alongside, and the window
rolls down. Its LaBonge.
This is the long way, he warns. You want a ride back to the top for the shorter
trail? No, well walk back up, but thanks.
This is the spot, huh?
It is. Especially now, as the giant, perfectly full moon rises to the east, directly
opposite from where the sun just went down. Its an electric shade of orange,
deepened, no doubt, by the days accumulation of smog in the distant San Gabriel