A walk in the park

I recently published a post on a hike I took along a local trail.  Just before our current stretch of rainstorms started, I decided to take another hike through a nearby park, officially known as Deane Dana Friendship Park.  The only prior post I could find related to it was published in 2019.  Although I'd swear I've visited there more recently, and on at least one occasion with a friend, I couldn't find any other links to that location either in my blog or in my photo records.

Online records generally refer to the park within the context of discussions of the larger Los Angeles County Parks & Recreation Department so they weren't entirely useful.  However, when directly questioned, I did get AI to tell me that the park in question encompasses 123 acres.  I found another source that referred to a 1.6 mile trail loop through the park but I don't think that reflects all the dirt trails that tie back to that main loop.  The park's official entrance is in San Pedro but I've never entered it from there, instead electing to walk one-quarter mile up the main road from my neighborhood to another one in order to enter the park far from its official entrance.

This first stretch up a busy road can be bit unnerving as the dirt path doesn't have traffic guardrails along the entire area

I wasn't able to see the house connected with this wide driveway across the street on the main road

Other large homes across the road could be seen but there was no sidewalk or walking trail on that side of road

When I reached the next neighborhood on my side of the main road, I walked through it, leading me to a back entrance to the park.  It wasn't a very welcoming entrance but it placed me at one end of what's shown as Fowler Trail on the park's online map.

This was the only signage visible once I walked through the small opening shown in the prior photo.  There was also a box containing bags to encourage visitors to pick up dog waste.

I set off on the paved section of the trail to my left first.

Yellow daisies lined the paved road here.  I turned around to photograph it so as not to include 2 visitors walking ahead of me in my photo (engaged in an angry discussion of a tax issue based on what I inadvertently overheard).

Ahead was a lookout area with signage.  This area, and much of the entire park, has been subject to a restoration effort to bring in native plants.

Views from the overlook of the area

Signage related to the restoration effort and resident creatures.  The park is known as a habitat for the endangered Palos Verdes blue butterflies (Glaucopsyche lygdamus palosverdesensis).

Sign referencing the restoration effort and vehicle restrictions (top).  The signs warning of rattlesnakes were everywhere!

What appears to be a parking lot

Just beyond that point, I departed from the paved road and headed uphill via one of the dirt paths.

That took me to another overlook and additional signs.  The sign on the left, which has sustained some damage over the years, addresses the indigenous Gabrielino-Tongva Tribe, which is associated with a large part of what is now Los Angeles County and the San Gabriel Mountains.

I spotted what I thought was a recreation facility based on both on the number of cars parked nearby and the sound of children at play.  An online search informed me that the Martin J. Bogdanovich Recreation Center, a 14-acre facility included in Friendship Park's 123 acres.

Beyond that point, I took another dirt trail to catch some sea views.

Most of this area looks down on San Pedro along the coast but the main road there intersects with Palos Verdes Drive South, notorious for its long-term landslide conditions, frequent repair work, and unpredictable road closures.  Trump National Golf Course sits off the same road, not far away. 

I've avoided Palos Verdes Drive South since our early house hunting days.  Land movement continues.

The grassy views overlooking the ocean are nice, though

I then took another dirt trail to the upper ridge, which runs along the back gardens of several homes.  It leads back to the spot at which I originally entered the park.

View of those homes from a distance

Dirt path as I moved in that direction

One of the things I noticed as I walked along this path was how much the back gardens of these homes varied in depth.  Those farthest from the spot I entered the park were generally narrow.

This one was terraced and had a depth roughly twice the size of the one next door

And this home had an even larger sprawling back garden

I walked back through the nearby neighborhood to head home.

Perhaps a third of the homes in this neighborhood had some amount of lawn in the front garden and/or along the parkway strip but many had branched out, installing more drought-tolerant plants.  The one in the middle of the bottom row had a low hedge of tightly trimmed rosemary.

A median planted with trees separated traffic on the main road from the neighborhood road here

Other sections of the path leading back to my own neighborhood offered no protection from the traffic, although this area provided a nice view of a canyon

The metal guardrails picked up in this area

This house, visible from my neighborhood below, was built just a few years ago.  I can vaguely remember the construction in process.

Home again, or nearly so.  This view from the trail next to the main road overlooks my neighborhood.  Our house can be seen in the distance with a white truck (not ours) parked in front of our hedge.

So that was my walk in the park.  It's very green and clearly gets mowed on a regular basis.  It offers a comfortable walk with gentle changes in elevation, at least in the areas I roamed.  I'll try to get back there in late spring or early summer, when I suspect there'll be more wildflower color to be found.  It wasn't an exciting walk but it also wasn't crowded.  I understand that the local dogs love the space.

Our rain total for the season is up to 10.64 inches but our rooftop weather station also appears to be on the blink (again).  I think the rain this week is over and done with.  Next week's prospects for more rain are uncertain at this point.

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Tripping down a local trail

When we first moved to the Palos Verdes Peninsula fifteen years ago, I took almost daily walks through the surrounding area to get acquainted with it.  As I got more involved with renovating our garden, those long walks fell to the side, although I routinely walk my immediate neighborhood as general exercise.  Earlier this week I decided to make a trek along a nearby trail I probably haven't walked in at least ten years, despite the fact that the upper trailhead is literally just feet from the entrance to our neighborhood.  The loop is approximately two miles long and rated as a "moderate challenge," although my husband reminded me that it was steep in some spots.

The upper entrance doesn't have a trailmarker and doesn't look particularly auspicious

Agave attenuata and Pelargoniums spill down a steep slope to the side of the trail near the entrance.  The homeowners on the other (left) side of the trail have planted a large number of what look like Agave americana alongside their driveway, possibly in the interest of keeping trail visitors off their property.

The trail is maintained by the city.  I remembered it as choked by weeds and dense growth in spots when I traveled it years ago.  However, last year following the fires that plagued Los Angeles County, there'd been a concerted effort to clear area trails to ensure that they'd be passable in an emergency.

The first turn in the path directly aligns it with homes in my neighborhood.  Years ago when I walked this trail, some homes weren't fenced off but that's changed over time.

The home in the background here gained a new owner who almost immediately fenced off the property to prevent access from the trail

This house, directly below the first one, changed hands several years ago and the new owners also constructed a fence

This home, nearer to ours, still isn't fenced.  That lawn is faux turf.

In general, the trail path leads downwards in elevation, although here and there the path is flat and even inclined in sections.  I did slip in some steep spots with loose, dry soil early into my trek.  I didn't fall but I did slow my pace.  A brief description of the trail I found online indicates that there's a change of 469 feet in elevation from the trail's top to its bottom.

Most everything is still very green since the last rain in early January but I have to wonder if the city will be back to cut all that grass when it turns brown

Some portions of the trail were a bit claustrophobic 

This home, at least partially fenced, belongs to our next door neighbor on our north side.  All that green is comprised of Nasturtiums not yet in flower.  Her garden and the garden of our neighbor on the other (south) side of us both stretch along the back of our own garden, insulating us from direct contact with the trail.  

Some large drainage pipes lined sides of the path

As I walked on, I discovered debris and what looks like an AC unit deposited outside fences 

The property behind this fence is one I can see across the canyon from my back garden.  The platform visible just above the fence on the left sits at the top of the property I featured in a mid-September 2025 post on a hardscaping project I watched unfold (i.e., spied on).  As the trail veers to the right beyond this point, I couldn't see anything more of the garden.  However, based on what I can see from my backyard, there isn't evidence of new plants around the homeowners' expanded deck or raised walkway.

At this point on the trail, I lost any real sense of where I was.  There were a lot of tall trees and shrubs, as well as steep slopes on both sides of the path in places, especially to the right of where I stood here.

From a plant perspective, it wasn't the most interesting walk but it offered the occasional surprise and a quite a few native and adapted species.

I think this is an Asclepias physocarpa (aka hairy balls milkweed), mingled with what may be one of our native lemonade berry shrubs (Rhus integrifolia)

This is one of the many native tree-size toyon shrubs (Heteromeles arbutifolia) lining the trail

Some Yuccas I think, both dead and alive.  There was a fair amount of dead debris scattered along the trail.

Yellow daisies of some species I can't identify

One of many Opuntias

The trail's upper reaches were mostly shady but I slowly moved into sunnier stretches. 

This photo is a little fuzzy but I wanted to point our the steep cliff area in the middle of the shot

A giant but very dead Opuntia

Tree-size Euphorbia towering over shrubs lining the trail from a nearby garden as I ventured nearer to homes again

A back garden fenced in from the trail

There were a few homes that had stairways extending to the trail.  This one included a "no trespassing" sign.

This stairway looked almost too inviting

The entire area is dotted with trees and shrubs, including what looked like California pepper trees (Schinus molle). They grow like weeds here.

There were lots of gigantic Bougainvillea in the sunnier areas

A final garden that appeared semi-open to the trail

And a mammoth vine, possibly Vigna caracalla (aka corkscrew or snail vine), spilling over a stout tree or large shrub, possibly a Ligustrum by the look of its flowers

The end in sight!  Or at least my stopping off point to head back home.

The only trailmarker I saw on my entire hike

As this point intersected with a neighborhood I was loosely familiar with and which I knew would eventually drop me out on the main road back to my home, I exited the trail here.

This neighborhood has a lot of interesting homes, many with a Spanish flair.  The road is twisty and a little steep in places but I managed to navigate it reasonably well based on the walks I'd taken there years ago.

 

View from the main road looking down on the neighborhood adjacent to mine with harbor city areas in the distance

All things considered, despite my lousy right knee, it was a pleasant walk.  I didn't see a soul until I left the trail and, other than some distant sounds of garden tools in use, it was very quiet.  I may visit the sunny, grassy area of Friendship Park, just barely visible in the upper right of last photo sometime in February.  I haven't been there in years either.

Have a nice, hopefully news-neutral, weekend.

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