Jen had to fly home on Sunday morning, so after dropping her off at the airport, Natalie, Emily, and I met up with our friend Rachel to hike up to the Hollywood sign.
Before we made it very far, a gentleman called out to tell us that we were near an area with poison oak. Instead, he directed us to a steep hill and instructed us to climb it for a better look.
Though there was no sign indicating that we were trespassing, the voices from down below told us otherwise. By this point, we were relatively high up on the mountain and I was not about to turn around. Police helicopters did not arrive, so we assumed that it was perfectly legal (but we were still ready to run).
We made it to a flat clearing, then were challenged to the task of sliding down a rocky, sandy path.
More worried about my Lululemon wunder unders than anything else, I gripped on the rocks for dear life. The cuts on my hands are proof of the adventure, but we all made it safely down to the bottom (unscathed and without handcuffs).
With dirt-stained clothing and grumbling stomachs, we grabbed lunch at a diner and stopped by a flea market in the late afternoon. On our way back to Santa Monica, we passed by The Beverly Hills Hilton and spotted celebrities on the Golden Globes red carpet.