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A Day In Griffith Park: From Stars To The Stars

Griffith Observatory
Griffith Observatory

Visitors may not know Griffith Park by name, but you would struggle to find anyone in the world not familiar with its best-known landmark, the Hollywood Sign. Its 4,300-acres make it five times the size of Central Park in New York (it’s not a competition – but if it was, we’d win). On any given day you may see celebs, as well as locals and visitors, all taking advantage of the fifty plus miles of hiking trails that criss-cross its rugged terrain and the incredible views of the LA basin and San Fernando Valley that it affords. Griffith Park is an incredible part of Los Angeles. Indeed, there are so many attractions and the park is so big that one visit is never going to be enough to do more than scratch its surface, and even most Angelenos don’t know it in its entirety, so read this article for our recommendations, that way you’ll make the most of your visit(s). 

A Brief (and Terrible) History of Griffith Park

The history of Griffith Park mirrors the history of Los Angeles as a whole, as First Americans, Spanish, Mexicans and Americans all feature in its story. Long before the sign was placed on Mount Lee the land the park sits on was home to the Tongva or Gabrielino people. Their territory covered an area of around four thousand square miles, encompassing the city of LA, the San Gabriel Valley and most of Orange County. Some of their villages would have been in what’s now Griffith Park. Another well-known local park, Runyon Canyon, served as a seasonal hunting ground. At first the Tongva helped the Spanish learn how to use the land, find potable water, and survive in California. That turned out to be a terrible mistake

In 1781 the Spanish, under the command of Jose Vicente Feliz, founded the Pueblo of Los Angeles in September of that year, with forty-four settlers. As a reward for his work on behalf of the Spanish Crown, Jose Vicente was given 6,677 acres of land by the King. This was not uncommon at the time, the Spanish rewarding high-profile citizens with massive land grants to create a wealthy, land-owning class. These “ranchos”, as they became known, covered vast swaths of territory and their names are still in use today (La Brea, Sepulveda and Los Feliz to name but three). For Jose Vicente, his land would work its way up the LA River, from the pueblo, over the hills to the valley on the other side. Bearing in mind what followed, it’s ironic that los Feliz means “the happy people” in Spanish and that Jose Vicente prospered mightily due to Rancho Los Feliz’s “inexhaustible supplies of lumber, water and game”.

Over the next few decades much would change though. The California Genocide saw the First American population of the state drop from around 340,000 in 1769, to just 16,000 by 1900. By then the Tongva had disappeared as a distinct people, but it wasn’t just them, so had the Spanish. In 1821, the Mexican government would take control of Los Angeles although, in many respects, life in the area would have continued much as it had under the Spanish. 

However, the relatively tranquil life of the pueblo would be shattered by a horrific murder on the “happy ranch” in 1836. Domingo Feliz, Jose Vicente’s grandson had married a young, vivacious woman called Maria del Rosario Villa. Some of his friends had warned him of the dangers of such a match, but Domingo wouldn’t listen and soon enough she began an affair with Gervacio Alispaz, a disreputable vaquero (cowboy). Then, to make matters worse, she ran off to live with him. For the tightly-knit, Catholic community of Los Angeles this was a shocking scandal.

Two years later Domingo saw her at a fiesta at the San Gabriel Mission and took the opportunity to have her arrested and brought back to him at the ranch. Nevertheless, she escaped not long after and went to the mayor to plead her case. He, of course, counseled her to return to her husband – he loved her and to live with another man was a sin. Seemingly convinced Maria returned to the ranch with Domingo. Domestic bliss was in store – just not for Domingo unfortunately.

As they neared home Gervacio jumped out of the bushes and attacked Domingo, urged on by Maria, stabbing him to death. The lovers concealed his body in a ravine but, within days, he was discovered and the community was in uproar. A Junta Defensora, citizen’s commission, was formed and an extraordinary demand made of the authorities:

We demand of you that you execute or deliver to us for immediate execution the assassin Gervacio Alispaz, and the unfaithful Maria del Rosario Villa, his accomplice. Nature trembles at the sight of these venomous reptiles and the soil turns barren in its refusal to support their detestable existence. Let the infernal pair perish! It is the will of the people. We will not lay down our arms until our petition is granted and the murderers are executed.

Unsatisfied with the slow turning of the wheels of justice the Junta Defensora took matters into their own hands, forcibly removing the couple from their cells and executing them by firing squad! Their bodies were dumped in the Plaza. As one historian put it:

And so ended the only instance in the seventy-five years of Spanish and Mexican rule in California, of the people, by popular tribunal, taking the administration of justice out of the hands of the legally constituted authorities.

The Rancho Los Feliz then came into the hands of Don Antonio Feliz. He saw the land not only go from Spanish to Mexican, but also from Mexican to American, as he called the rancho home from 1816 until 1863. The unmarried Feliz lived as a bachelor, perhaps not surprisingly bearing in mind Domingo’s example, sharing his house with his sister, Soledad and blind niece, Petranilla. Alas, he fell ill with small-pox and, not wanting his family to catch it, thoughtfully sent them away. Not long after, two men arrived at his home, Don Antonio Coronel, an old friend and ex-mayor of Los Angeles, and Don Innocante, Coronel’s lawyer. They both went into the ailing Feliz’s house and when they left, a new will had been drafted. Now the land would no longer go to Soledad or Petranilla, instead it was bequeathed to Coronel and Innocante. 

Many rumors abound about just how this all happened. Some accounts claim Feliz sold the land out from under his family just before passing away. Other, more scandalous, stories circulated that claimed Coronal and Innocante taped a stick to the back of the sick Feliz’s head to control him like a puppet, nodding his head in the affirmative when others asked if the will was genuine. Whatever may have happened, the fact was the rancho was no longer going to Soledad or Petranilla.

Soledad has been described as “docile”, which feels like a very demeaning, nineteenth century, way to describe a woman. However, no one would ever say that about Petranilla. Full of rage at this injustice, she found the two men in a restaurant in Los Angeles, celebrating their good fortune. For the entire room to hear, she laid a terrible curse on them – their cattle and crops would perish, their family names would die out and, most importantly, the “wrath of heaven and the vengeance of hell” would fall upon them! 

This left Coronel and Innocante in something of a predicament. Keep the land and risk the wrath of heaven (and vengeance of hell) or relinquish the huge ranch? Coronel decided that he didn’t need a curse hanging over his head and sold his half to Innocante. This appeared to be an incredibly fortuitous turn of events for the not-superstitious Innocante however, soon after, he was shot in a bar and died. The curse of Petranilla had surely struck!

The next owner was Leon Baldwin, who’d been a successful businessman up until this point. However, that soon changed once he bought the Rancho Los Feliz.

The cattle sickened and died in the fields. The dairy business was a disastrous failure. Fire destroyed the ripening grain and grasshoppers devoured the green crops. The vineyard was stricken with a strange blight and perished.

Major Horace Bell, On The Old West Coast (1930)

Ruined by his failure Baldwin, sold the ranch to Thomas Bell, who soon off-loaded it to a Welsh immigrant known as Colonel Griffith J Griffith. Several years later Baldwin was shot and killed by an outlaw. Griffith, who bought the ranch in 1884, had made a fortune from offering his mining expertise to several mining syndicates based in San Francisco (it’s never been clear exactly how he gained this knowledge, or the wealth that it seemed to make him) and moved to Los Angeles around this time.

Griffith continued the previous owners’ efforts to create a successful ranch. His main innovation was to try ostrich farming, since their feathers were very popular for making ladies hats at the time and the hilly nature of the ranch’s terrain made other, more traditional farming activities difficult. However, he was no more successful than the rest and in 1896 Griffith donated 3,015 acres of his property to the City of Los Angeles, to create a park “for the masses… the rank and file… the plain people”. Particularly bearing in mind the era that he lived in, when concern for regular people amongst the rich wasn’t exactly high, it was a particularly generous gift.

Still, the curse of Petranilla clearly hadn’t been lifted from the owners of the Rancho Los Feliz. One morning, while vacationing at the Arcadia Hotel in Santa Monica in 1903, Griffith told his wife, Mary Agnes to kneel on the floor in front of him. He then pulled out a revolver and shot her in the head! Remarkably she survived (albeit with the loss of an eye), leaping up and wrestling the colonel to the ground. She then leapt through the window to escape, probably forgetting, which is understandable in the circumstances, that they were on the second floor. She fell about twenty feet, breaking her collarbone, before jumping through the window into the room below, whereupon she promptly collapsed (as did many people upon hearing this story). 

At the subsequent trial it emerged that Griffith, far from being a teetotaler as he’d proclaimed, in fact was an alcoholic. And a paranoid one to boot. He’d conceived a belief that his wife was conspiring with the Pope to poison him! Not surprisingly Mary Agnes was granted a divorce shortly afterwards on the grounds of cruelty. The history of Griffith Park is not one of marital harmony for sure. Griffith himself served nearly two years at San Quentin for his crime, and then wrote a book on penal reform. He died in 1919 and left a bequest of $1.5 million for the building of what would become the Observatory and the Greek Theatre.

His legacy is a complicated one, nevertheless, this quote from Mike Eberts, a professor at Glendale Community College and author of Griffith Park: A Centennial History sums it up well: “(Griffith) was definitely a flawed man, but I can’t think of anyone who gave the city a bigger gift.”

Our Recommendations

So, what are some worthwhile things to do and see in Griffith Park? Which activities would enable you to spend an enjoyable day here?


Wisdom Tree, Griffith Park
View of the westside from the Wisdom Tree

There are so many hiking trails within Griffith Park that it would be impossible to list them all here. If you’re looking for something dramatic (and strenuous) you can’t go far wrong with the Wonder View Trail, which will take you up to the top of Mount Cahuenga, where sits the Wisdom Tree. From there you can hike, over the top of Mount Lee, to the back of the Hollywood Sign. 

We offer a much easier option, the Mount Hollywood Hike, which still affords amazing views of the city and Hollywood Sign, and which finishes at the Griffith Observatory. It runs every day, at 3pm in the winter and 4pm in the summer, and is a great way to experience and learn about the park.

The best way to experience Griffith Park


The Los Angeles Zoo is in the Northeast corner of the park and is well-worth a visit. In addition to seeing and learning about the animals there, it also has special events, such as the Beastly Ball and Wine + Dinner evenings. Not far from the Zoo you can find the Old Zoo, with its man-made caverns and enclosures that make for a sometimes eerie – and very photogenic – experience. There’s also a great vintage carousel nearby.


On the back of the park are two interesting museums. The Carolwood Foundation: Walt Disney’s Barn, which is a non-profit that is dedicated to preserving Walt’s model train sets. These train sets are not the average Hornby toy model trains that you might have been given by your grandparents, but up to three-quarter size replicas. Next-door is the Travel Town Railroad, which has an enormous collection of vintage steam trains, historic locomotives and trams.


The Autry Museum of the American West is across from the Zoo and is a great place to while away a few hours learning about the old West. There are paintings (including First American), exhibitions and a botanic garden, so it’s well worth a visit.


Erected here in 1923 (nobody knows exactly when, but probably around October or November of that year), the Sign is undoubtedly one of the most iconic structures in the world. Rather like the Eiffel Tower and the Palace of Westminster, which are indelibly linked to their home cities, when you see the Sign you know it can only be Los Angeles. Originally it spelt ‘Hollywoodland’ and was designed to publicize the housing development of that name beneath it, but very quickly it came to represent the film business in LA and the very idea of ‘the Dream Factory’ here. Rather like the industry, which is notoriously hard to break into, the sign is real and can easily be seen – but you can’t actually touch it. It’s out of reach, behind fencing and protected by cameras and motion detectors surrounding it. The closest you can get is to its rear, on Mount Lee’s summit, from where you can get good photos, through the Sign, of Los Angeles.

The easiest way to hike to the Hollywood Sign is to start right below, taking the Brush Canyon Trail past the Bronson Caves (which were used in the 1970’s Batman TV show), up to the sign. However, remember that it is a decent hike (Mount Lee is 1,700 feet above sea-level) and it does get hot – even in the Spring and Fall – so bring plenty of water and sunblock, because there isn’t much shade.


Opening in 1935, the Observatory is undoubtedly the jewel in the crown of Griffith Park. It has a top-quality museum inside, which is a must-do when visiting Griffith Park. Visitors are greeted as they enter by the Foucault Pendulum, which demonstrates the earth’s rotation, and there are some fantastic Hugo Ballin murals in the Central Rotunda too, so don’t forget to look up. There are six different sections devoted to the cosmos and out place in it and be sure to check in with the statue of Einstein (who was teaching at Caltech while the Observatory was being built), sitting on a bench downstairs. 

During the Second World War the Planetarium was used to teach celestial navigation to U.S. Air Force pilots and in the 1960’s it was used for the same purpose to train astronauts in the NASA Apollo Program. Nowadays there are hourly shows that you can enjoy too. The Observatory also has fantastic views of Los Angeles and the Hollywood Sign, so be sure to tag us on Social Media when you post the photos.

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