Whoever said that the La Brea Tarpits is just a silly pool of tar with fake mammoths is wrong... partially. Ok, so the tar pits are just a couple of blobs on a grassy knoll, but there's also an intriguing indoor museum with loads of fossils and exhibits. There was a wall full of hundreds of wolf skulls, and cute water turtles in the atrium. It feels great to be one with the primordial ooze and the history of it all.
After the tarpits, we went on a strenuous, back-breaking hike to the Griffith Observatory (led by our friend who apparently plans to start running the whole trail in a few weeks... good luck, and don't die). Besides the awesome 360 degree panoramic view (that's right 360, I don't care if you find it illogical) there was a plethora of exciting and sciency things to see... a scale model of the solar system,
a gigantic pendulum that knocks over dominoes, the Hollywood sign, a phallic statue, a gift shop.. I could keep going, but I won't. I know what you're thinking, "But Pluto isn't a planet anymore, was the observatory able to fix their exhibits accordingly?" Don't worry, the crafty scientists at Griffith were able to utilize their re-wording and welding skills to fix this urgent problem. Yay science!
Even though the hike back made some of us weaker souls winded, we figured we may as well try to throw in a trip to Venice Beach since we had so much daylight left. Then we got to an extremely cold and overcast Venice Beach, decided to get some Cold Stone ice cream, and it began to pour acid L.A. rain. On the flip side of such a negative outing, our Spanish friend got to experience Cold Stone ice cream for the first time. Isn't America great?
