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November 15, 2020

Photo Essay: The Abandoned Project to Save Angelenos from Nuclear Fallout (a.k.a. "Tunnels to Nowhere")

A few years ago, a friend posted about a hike he called the "Tunnels to Nowhere"—and I knew immediately that I had to go. 

But there's a limited season for visiting this particular area—when it's not too hot and sun exposed, and not too wet and wintry. 

And of course most of my weekends have been filled with other activities, save for the last 8 months of the pandemic

That being said, I can't remember the last time I went on a proper hike.

I'd gotten it in my head, though, to spend a pandemic weekend with a friend off the beaten path in search of abandoned tunnels along what some people call the "Road to Nowhere." I'd calculated it at around 5 miles roundtrip and 750 elevation change. 

That would've been absolutely doable for the 2010 version of me. The 2020 version of me? Not so much. 

Spoiler alert: I survived the hike. I even completed the whole thing. But not without crying. 

Still, in the end, despite my tears and blisters and bloody socks and embarrassment, it was worth it. 

 
The drive to the trailhead follows the same route as to the Bridge to Nowhere trailhead—following State Route 39 a.k.a. San Gabriel Canyon Road north and turning onto East Fork Road, so named for the eastern fork of the San Gabriel River.

 
But instead of continuing down East Fork, past retaining walls and drainage channels...


...we turned off to tackle the hairpin curves along Shoemaker Canyon Road, named after miner Alonzo Shoemaker, who prospected the canyon during the mid-1800s. 

 
The sign at the juncture warns that Shoemaker Canyon Road is "Not a Through Street"—and true to its word, we hit a locked gate where the pavement ended and parked our cars in the dirt turnout. 

 
This area of the San Gabriel Mountains is part of what was designated in 1984 as wilderness area to preserve bighorn sheep—the Sheep Mountain Wilderness area. 

 
But before conservationists got ahold of it, the Los Angeles County road division set its sights on it for an entirely different purpose. 

 
They were going to blast through the middle of nowhere to create an evacuation route that connected LA with Largo Vista in the Antelope Valley

 
It was during the height of the U.S. Cold War effort to prepare in case of a nuclear bomb attack—which might explain why Shoemaker Canyon Road is sometimes called "Armageddon Highway." 

 
Work on the civil defense project, which was supposed to extend for 25 miles, started in 1956. But by the time construction officially stopped in 1969, only about 4 miles of it had been finished.


Creating all those road cuts through solid rock proved to be too expensive after county budget cuts—and because much of the work on this dangerous terrain was being done by unskilled inmates from the county sheriff's Detention Camp 14, progress was slow-going. 

 
Over the course of its 16 years of construction, the Department of Corrections' involvement in Shoemaker Canyon Road earned it the nickname "Convict Road." 

 
In the end, what probably doomed the project was how the interest in civil defense programs (like fallout shelters and such) waned during the Nixon administration—though it would be another 20 years before the "official" end of the Cold War and the fall of the Berlin wall. 

 
There were two tunnels completed between 1956 and 1969...

 
...the first as early as 1961. 

 
Both tunnels are similar in construction...

 
...including interlocking steel beams and raw, blasted-through rock...

 
...although the first one is longer than the second. 

 
Taggers have made their mark on both abandoned tunnels, as taggers do. 

 
The path to the second tunnel was never bridged...

 
...so to get to it, we had to trudge along a horseshoe-shaped curve on foot. 

 
This later tunnel, circa 1964, marks the end of the hike...

 
...but of course we couldn't turn around before walking through to the very end. 

 
The second tunnel appears to be more unfinished than its predecessor, with rebar holding in some exposed piles of rocks and cinder blocks. 

 
It was cool and breezy in those tunnels—not dark enough for a flashlight or headlamp, but sheltered enough to make us feel like we were underground, though we could see daylight at both ends. 

 
The completionist in me was relieved to see everything there was to see, especially considering I hadn't been sure I could even make it to the first tunnel. 

 
But as soon as we hit the wilderness on the other side, where the road just kind of ends unceremoniously, I knew we still had to double-back and retrace our steps back to our cars. 

It was discouraging to have such a hard time on what would be widely considered a relatively easy hike. But if I never hike again, I'm glad that this will have been my last. 

November 11, 2020

Photo Essay: Cabazon Dinosaurs Get a Christmas Makeover for 2020

I don't stop at the Cabazon Dinosaurs every time I pass them on the 10 Freeway on my way to or from Palm Springs or Joshua Tree...
 

...but last weekend, I'd heard there was a special reason for me to go. 

2009

I'd already witnessed how the dinos have changed a bit over the years, especially in their coloring, which was grayish back in 2009...

2019

...reddish in 2019...

2020

...and now, in anticipation of the 2020 holiday season, Christmas tree green. 
        
2019

And it's not just Dinney, the the 150-foot-long Apatosaurus/Brontosaurus...

2020

...but also Mr. Rex, the three-story concrete Tyrannosaurus rex who's now wearing a painted-on Santa suit. 
  
2019

Both were built by theme park artist Claude Bell (of Knott’s Berry Farm fame)...

2020

...and this is the first time ever that either one has been painted in Christmas colors since Dinney was completed in 1975 and construction on Mr. Rex ceased in 1986. 


I thought these larger-than-life biomorphic buildings were pretty crazy to be plopped down in the middle of the desert before—but now they've been kicked up a notch, to say the least. 

      
At night—while the attraction is open for limited extended hours—there are holiday lights illuminating the dinosaur garden in the back that leads to the climb up into Mr. Rex. 

And what delighted me the most was to see Dinney's eyes glowing an alien green light, something that his creator had initially imagined but that hasn't come to fruition until now.

Now we've just got to figure out how to implement the other "lost" feature of Dinney that Claude Bell dreamed about—breathing fire!

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November 09, 2020

Photo Essay: Among the Spiders at NHMLA

A few weeks ago, I popped over to the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County in Exposition Park to visit its Butterfly Pavilion.  

 
It seemed like a good excuse to support the museum—and to meander through its nature gardens, which I hadn't remembered ever doing before. 


Of course, I've been on an epic failure of a search for monarch butterflies for the last couple of years. But when I visited the American Museum of Natural History's Butterfly Conservatory in New York City several years ago, I absolutely loved it.  


In the Pavilion, I had better luck at spotting some spectacularly colored butterflies, some of which even fluttered pretty close to me—but I got no good photos to show for it.
 

But this past weekend, I returned to the pavilion—for its new exhibit of arachnids. 


Similarly to the Butterly Pavilion, the Spider Pavilion is an open-air experience that gets you up close with some creepy crawlies in an outdoor enclosure with just seven other visitors. 

 
I'm not an arachnophile by any means—but nevertheless, I relished the opportunity to get up close and personal with several eight-legged species. 


There were literally hundreds of orb-weaver spiders and the spiral webs they’ve woven (including my favorite, the spinybacked orb-weaver Gasteracantha cancriformis, unfortunately not pictured here)...

 
Plus other garden spiders, wolf spiders, jumping spiders, and God only knows what else. 


The spiders kept to themselves, snatching up a snack and laying egg sacs, holding on for dear life as the wind whipped their webs around. 

But I still would've liked to have been checked for “hitchhikers” before I left!
      
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November 05, 2020

Photo Essay: A Pair of Drive-Thru Halloween Haunts for 2020

Adapted from my article 
"Where to Find Frightful Family Fun in L.A. and O.C. This Halloween Season" on KCET.org

The coronavirus has given rise to some incredible ingenuity and creativity in the haunt community—since we want to stay safe while still getting fake-scared out of our wits.

For months, I'd been begging SoCal haunters to come up with Halloween drive-thru experiences—and with just a couple of months to prepare, some delivered. 

 
At Hauntoween LA at the Woodland Hills mall parking lot, we drive through Halloween-themed immersive installations and scenic paths...
  
 
...which was a good approximation for visiting something like Alegria Street in Sierra Madre, a "Halloween Street" that likely wouldn't be able to go "all out" this year and risk drawing too huge of a crowd. 
    
 
In my car, we even got to go door-to-door "trick-or-treating"—which meant lots of candy being thrown in through the passenger-side windows. It was like a Hollywood backlot version of a Halloween neighborhood. And although it wasn't scary, it was fun. 

   
In Costa Mesa, Urban Legends Haunt made good use of the sprawling space at the Orange County fairgrounds to create a drive-thru Halloween attraction that’s part immersive theater and part haunted maze. 

 
It was an atmospheric, slow burn of an experience...

 
...with multiple setups loosely addressing the theme of "urban legends."


There was a hunt for Bigfoot, a "haunted carnival," and a manifestation of the legend of "Bloody Mary" (who supposedly emerges from the mirror when you say her name three times).

  
We got one good jump scare out of it, which far surpassed my expectations. 

And it gave me hope for next year's Halloween, in case this pandemic hasn't yet loosened its grip and we've still got to worry about gathering in public. 

In the end, I didn't really feel deprived this Halloween. I did a lot of fun stuff—and a lot of stuff that was new to me.

I mean, I've already done Knott's Scary Farm, Queen Mary Dark Harbor, and Mickey's Halloween Party at Disneyland before—and haven't really wanted to repeat myself. 

I welcome the opportunity to innovate—even if it's out of necessity. 

So let's see what the Christmas holiday season will bring...

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November 04, 2020

On Being Tested

Well, it was bound to happen. I'm surprised it took so long.  

 
I finally went for my first drive-thru COVID-19 test. 
 
 
I hadn't been exposed—at least, not as far as I know—but I'm slated to possibly make a guest appearance at a reality TV show taping next week. And like any responsible production, they wanted to make sure I wasn't contaminated. 

 
Honestly, I'd thought I would've gotten sick by now. After having been such a sickly kid—and after having caught every cold, flu, sinus infection, and pneumonia while living in New York State—I just assumed I was a sitting duck for the coronavirus. 

 
And although I don't know that I've come in contact with anyone who's been infected, I still got pretty nervous as I drove through the testing site at the local VA campus. I chuckled at how it was set up like the parking lot at Disneyland—or like one of those drive-thru haunts that made their debut this Halloween. 

 
I've never even gotten tested for the flu—not to mention something so much more serious. And it just felt crazy to me to be holding onto my own "BIOHAZARD" bag as I scraped my gums, cheeks, tongue, and throat with a "flocked" swab and placed it into my own specimen jar. 

 
In a movie, all the volunteers (recruited by Sean Penn's C.O.R.E. organization, a.k.a. Community Organized Relief Effort) would've been wearing hazmat suits. Instead, they were hunkered down in makeshift booths handing out bags with those grabbers that old people use. 

 
I got my results the very next day—and fortunately, I tested negative. 

For now. 

But there's no peace of mind that comes with this negative test result. 

Today, I went swimming in Santa Monica and stopped into the swim store to buy a new swim cap. Tomorrow I'll be swimming again. 

And this weekend—well, who knows what I'll encounter?

I'm being as careful as I can be without losing my mind. But am I just delaying the inevitable

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November 03, 2020

Photo Essay: The Most Halloweeny Yard Gets a COVID-19 Update for 2020 (Updated for 2021—Closed)

[Last updated 10/29/21 9:17 PM—The yard is not decorated this year. The house doesn't appear to have been sold, so I'm not sure why. Please do not disturb the residents.]

I discovered what I thought to be the most Halloweeny yard in LA back in 2018. 

I returned in 2019 to see how it might change from year to year—and I thought maybe I'd seen it all. 


But then COVID-19 hit—and the yard was updated accordingly. 

  
It's not just that the usual figures were donning masks. 


It's that the eyes of the figures seemed to star into my soul...


...and reflect back at me the panic we've all been feeling all year. 


With the pandemic chic overlay, this yard display in Brentwood was even scarier than the prior two years...


...even in daylight. 


The creepy baby dolls felt more desperate than ever before. 


And if I wasn't staring into a looking glass, I thought maybe I was catching a glimpse of my future self in a crystal ball. 

 
Or maybe this is something of a representation of the omnipresent unseen—that which haunts us, but we can't quite put our fingers on. 

  
Are we being watched? Or are we simply watching ourselves?

        
What lies down the rabbit hole? 


Is it better to follow the rabbit—and face our fears?

        
Or stay grinning in ignorant bliss?

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