Chris Erskine joins a group kayaking trip down a section of the Los Angeles River. Stop smirking.
I’ve always liked slow-moving rivers — mirrors to moonlight and literature, our first and best interstates, running over rocks, as Norman Maclean so deftly put it, “from the basement of time.”
So what am I doing in the San Fernando Valley, a mile from the junction of the 405 and 101? Running a river, baby. Wall of trees to my left. Wall of trees to my right. Dozens of species of chattering birds. Minnows doing button-hooks beneath a ribbon of urban drool.
Honestly, if someone blindfolded and plopped you down here … More
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