STRAPPED WITH FIJI AND NATURE VALLEY [ can we get a sponsor! ] WE HIT THE TRAIL.
Message to the Youth. Remember to always stretch before any recreation kids. Like Suga Free said, if you stay reeeeeeeeeeady..well, ask google if you don’t know the rest, YOUNGIN’.
TEEZY THE TOUR GUIDE dropped some triumphant trivial facts. One of the mind bogglers was how many acres were donated. We were 2500 off. 3015 total acres. All by who? You guessed it. Griffith J. Griffith. Middle name JGRIFFITH. We’ll just call him GRIFFITH J.
He got some SECRETS ..BY THE WAY.
And we ain’t tellin’ cause RCITI AINT NO SNITCHES.
Cue the [Jurassic park voice]…
“WELCOME….. to GRIFFITH PARK…” – Brian POLAR muttered as we turned the pine tree corner of Los Feliz. We finally arrived at the first steps of our epic trek on the dusty incline. One step at a time, we began our ascent.
Nothing like the sound of alluring birds, the humid breeze, Madre Nature and Juicy J…throw in some boulder blunts and its Random Recreation at its finest. We were hanging on to our roots over the cliffs of the park while gravitating toward the sun. HYDRATED OF COURSE.
Before rounding the last turn up the hill. We spotted wildlife. Shining in glory. An epic HAWK, who never looked at us, but was looking at the same view as the group. OWNING the terrain. epic pic shit.
When we reached the APEX CROWN OF GRIFFITH PARK, we stepped on the orbit of URANUS. epic snapchat shit.
As we footslogged along another 10 feet, we reached a strange figure made of metal and shaped like a sphere. It was then we realized that GRIFFITH J. used to be like,
“I AINT GOT NO WATCH.
Cheeeeck the SUN DIAL when i USE my CLOCK!”
The Sun Dial was GRIFFITH J.’s. So what it does is cast a shadow from its antenna looking ‘style’, onto a surface marked with lines, indicating the hours of the day. It was 12:16pm Pacific time.
Jim Jones messed up when he made the BALLIN video. He should have done it at the Observatory because that’s where BALLIN ceiling is located. Come on Meester Jones. It featured all 12 zodiac signs in a elegantly trippy painted mural by Hugo Ballin. Definitely need to make some Tacos named after that guy!
DOS HUGO BALLIN’s PLEASE. EXTRA CADO!
Twas a GR8 Random Recreation. Filled with many a murky LA river creeks, Nature Valley bars [ WITH THE CLEAR WRAP DOE ] , some Rolling Stones and a trail hogging group of twerkin citizens strolling through casually on a spring Sunday afternoon. Based.