I don’t remember the first one, but I remember the last one, it was about a week ago, Sunday, Cahuenga Peak, a very tiny mountain in Griffith Park that I can walk to from our house. I’ve been more of an alpinist at other times in my life; these days I just like to walk uphill with a backpack, maybe a flask for the top. But I still crave mountains, any h…
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