A Walker in L.A.: Headed Nowhere

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Even when I’m walking through the wilderness, I like to have reminders of my urban roots. One of my very favorite Southern California hikes wanders a lost sidewalk, of sorts: the traces of a ghost highway through the Angeles National Forest that was erased by a rainstorm in 1938. The catastrophic flood wiped out the road, leaving only this incredible historic bridge straddling a scenic canyon. That’s how the hike got its name: The Bridge to Nowhere. It’s a relatively rigorous day hike—five miles in, five miles out—but it’s made all the more bearable due to the fact that it requires a dozen water crossings, which are perfectly refreshing on a warm summer day. If you plan ahead, you can even pause for bungee jumping before you splash your way back home.


Alissa Walker is a writer, a gelato eater, and a walker in L.A. She shares an experience from her adventures around town at CityThink each Wednesday. Follow her daily on Instagram at @awalkerinLA, on Twitter, or at her blog, and use the hashtag #betteroffped to share your own photographs of walking in L.A.