In 1882, Griffith settled in L.A., purchasing a 4,071 acre portion of the Rancho Los Feliz. On 16th December, 1896, the civic-minded Griffith bequeathed 3,015 acres of his Rancho Los Feliz estate (equal to 5 square miles) as a Christmas gift to the people of Los Angeles to be used as parkland (us Welsh are a generous bunch!). Over time the Park has received further donations of land.
So there's your history lesson for today. The Park is much easier to run in than the local streets with the non-existent pavements, even if you have to dodge a horse or lizard or two.
Being a former cub scout (oh yes indeedy - dib dib), you can imagine that my thoughts went straight to getting my wildlife badge or maybe more about getting out of the park as quickly as I could before I stood on any snakes or was pounced on by some beasty and eaten alive.
It's funny really, yesterday this seemed like the perfect place to run with it's lovely views and leafy surroundings (aside from the steep hills and sandy terrain not making it ideal jogging conditions) and today, maybe not so safe.
What other news I hear you cry! Well, Charlie got his social security number yesterday which is great news, and was another reason for a sip of bubbly. This means we can start doing all the things we need to, like getting our Californian driving licences and looking for a more permanent place to rent.
It will be great to start getting more settled, especially as it looks like I won't be leaving the U.S. in the coming months whilst we sort out my visa. Luckily we've got a legal team on that, so fingers crossed it'll all go smoothly otherwise you'll be seeing me sooner than you think!!
p.s. just in case you were wondering, I wasn't a very good cub scout - me and nature don't go well together and as you know I prefer a good boutique hotel to a tent any day!!
p.s. again - we are sooooo not getting a Chihuahua!!