Destination: Chatsworth Park North
Cost: Gas only
Today I ventured out to the site of childhood Girl Scout picnics and high school outings – Chatsworth Park North. I remember climbing rocks here without a care for
rattlesnakes and mountain lions. No chance of that now – there are warning
signs posted everywhere.
The park is much smaller than in my memories. Isn't that
always the way with places from our past? It’s fenced off on all sides – when the
Metrolink train thundered by, I realized why. A breeze shimmered through the beautiful
old oaks – the ones from my youth that
will be here after I’m gone.
I find this park somewhat unsettling. This wonderful
resource has been abused by inconsiderate visitors – there’s broken glass and
trash covering whatever short trails can be found Graffiti mars the rocks, the trees, the ground, the buildings. So sad. The nearby Chatsworth Park South has been
closed since 2008, when lead contamination was found – left behind by shotgun
pellets from a skeet shooting range that Roy Rogers owned in the 1950’s and 60’s.
I spent a few minutes beneath the sheltering oak trees and
then moved on.
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