|Fireworks over Dodgers Stadium. I watched from my terrace.|
Twisty, burnt, black trees, the remainders of a wildfire, dotted the terrain at the top of the hike. We reached a little clearing and sat on stones to meditate for a few minutes. The stone I sat on bore a plaque that read "Hugh Hefner" in honor of his efforts to save the rugged hills from property developers.
When I got home after the hike I was surprised to find that fine Hollywood dirt penetrated my shoes and socks to make my feet brown. After washing, I lit a stick of Tibetan incense and started ironing shirts.