Driving up the 210 from the Eastside to Lakeview Terrace, you get that suddenly-I’m-lost anxiety. Just where am I? And just where is this place? The foothills between La Canada and Tujunga Wash seem as grand, vacant and imposing as any mountain range. Thanks to El Nino, they’re still wearing that late Southern California spring green, shot with the bronze and purple highlights of wildflowers.All this within our city’s widespread limits? Even the house-studded Verdugo Hills around Tujunga (for all their sinister name – meaning “executioner”) were paradisiacal in their April green. But a few more miles down the freeway, the politics of the long-stalled Red Tail golf course in the Tujunga Wash were all too down-to-earth.
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