The wafting petroleum fumes from the tar pits greeted us as we exited the car. We explored the park with its life-sized sculptures of Pleistocene mammals (mammoths, mastodons, giant sloths, saber tooth cats (Ice Age 3)). We spoke to two young paleontologists who had just climbed out of one of the large wood boxes, which is part of Project 23. They were friendly and I engaged them in conversation. The first one asked, "Are you enjoying the dinosaurs today?" The second said, "I can't believe you just said that. You owe me a coffee!" (There are no dinosaurs at this museum).
We headed up to the Griffith Observatory for a tour and a picnic. The views were great, and Doris got some really good pictures of the Hollywood sign. The museum was great too. Lukas liked the giant pendulum, and the scale models of the planets. Doris and I enjoyed the scales that told you how much you would weigh on another planet. If you are self conscience, don't go to Jupiter. I am going to have to take the kids here at least once a year.
We headed down to Hollywood Blvd for a "quick" drive down the boulevard. NOT! There were ten times as many people as there had been when Doris and I visited. We dropped Doris off for a quick shopping trip and drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes. Yikes! Did I mention that there were a lot of people there? The star of a recently deceased celebrity whose initials are MJ was easy to spot, or at least the location. There was a police squad car and a thick knot of people standing around. When we drove...crawled...by in the car, we could hear someone "preaching" or something about Michael. Personally, I have had my fill of Hollyweird for a while.
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