It was always an inside joke of mine that the Hollywood sign wasn’t real and that it was just a legend perpetuated by the movie industry (lol). So, Mike had decided it was time to show me it. It had been a while, so we resorted to hollywoodsign.com. I do have to tell you however, that finding a view of it was much harder than it should’ve been. The site suggested we go to Hollywood & Highland to see the sign; unfortunately, you can’t see the sign from there, though after a quick walk around the block, I was pleased to confirm that the sign’s existence to myself.
Still, it wasn’t much of a great view. The Griffith Park Observatory was closed, and we were too tired (plus is was getting dark and full of terrors) to hike closer to the sign. Instead, I ultimately resorted to just using google maps to find accessible locations that were open and would likely yield a good view of the sign. After a longish and pricey Uber trip, we were greeted by a much better view of the sign, and a cute park with good vibes.
Just some words of advice… We had decided to be Amtrak and public transport stewards on our way to Los Angeles. LA still lacks a robust public transport system, and using it would take much more time than it would to uber or drive. Because we didn’t have our car, we were at the mercy of Uber. Uber is much more expensive in LA, and in West Hollywood (especially the park near the sign), Uber wait times were much longer. During this pandemic, it’s much better to take your own car down there. Despite these mishaps there were definitely some good moments, especially in West Hollywood. I visited the Abbey for the first time, enjoyed ourselves at a sports bar with very tasty chicken wings and the LA Dodgers, and the gay nightlife there.