I've always liked this building.

I encountered the local parasutro near the middle of my route, rising heavenward from a sea of parking lots. (Anyone up for some socially networked, spatially transplanted, medium score tasking in the basement?)

Zap! Pow! Whiz! Bang!

I took rather a lot of exciting action shots like this. Seemed a good idea at the time, but I'll spare you the rest of them.

Signs.

The streets in LA are quite clearly marked. (Though in some places, such as the intersection of Cahuenga and Cahuenga, which is right between the intersection of Odin and Cahuenga and the intersection of Odin and Cahuenga, the markings may not be all that helpful.)

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY

The upcase text and lack of punctuation or line spacing remind me of the rambling screeds street preachers hand out. I imagine a city hall in which wild-eyed madmen with noodles in their beards sit behind sober hardwood conference tables. "Jessie," the mayor hollers, "get me the DA's office on the phone. This man is the reborn Prince of Tyrus, and you can bet the CIA and their alien masters will be here soon."

Hotel row.

For those of you unfamiliar with the area, I should probably point out that all of this takes place in Los Angeles, which is one of the larger suburbs of Los Angeles.

What's it mean?

Wheat pasting celebrity madlibs?

No choice here.

Around the corner I go. Anyone wanna count the lanes?

Loki turns on Odin.

Saved from a long trek over the Hollywood Hills by a don't walk signal that sent me off to the right.

Traversing a freeway.

I like tunnels. Even little bitty short ones under freeways.

Dead end?

Just when I thought my journey was about to end with a votive offering, the light turned and I was sent off around the corner again instead.

Business opportunity!

Oh yeah? Well, Mr. Smartypants, where do *you* turn for investment advice?

Cranes

They seem to be building things here. Either that or it's crane fights. I always wanted to see a crane fight.

Yet another parking lot.

I pass a surprising number of large, empty parking lots. (Where rhinos are free to socialize and bask in the afternoon sun.)

Credit cards accepted.

If you find yourself high atop a barbed wire fence next to an empty lot and you don't have any cash handy, relax: they take plastic.

Humantown.

The lights send me from Sunset onto Gordon street, and into a really pleasant little strip of neighborhood. It's full of people in yards and patios talking to each other and doing outdoor things, pedestrians, dogs, trees. It is a good place.

The end?

I approach a street crossing that appears to dead end into a school or government building. Looks like my journey is over. . . but wait, actually the road continues through a gate and into the property. I dutifully follow.

It's like a park, but with dead people.

Turns out it's not a school at all - it's a cemetery. I love cemeteries, and this is a pretty good one to explore. But, there's still a road to follow, so I keep going, happy at having discovered the shady public space I'd been looking for hours earlier.

My final resting place.

After a brief circuit around the cemetery, my journey comes to a fitting end. And, just in time, too. Thirty seconds after the final photo is taken, I get a phone call from Lincoln who is a few blocks away planting bonus checkpoints and looking for company.