Vista Street Entrance to Runyon CanyonMost mornings begin with an alarm clock, a Mom/Dad saying "wake up" or a ray of warm sunlight kissing your cheek.  The smell of coffee or toast slithering its way in the air with a destination to your room.  To be followed by the sound of bacon sizzling, a morning news caster or a cereal box popping open.

That's the norm in the morn.

But, for those of us who reside in Los Angeles aka: the 310, the 323 and yes the 818 area codes.  We are blessed to have a little place called Runyon Canyon.  Hard to imagine your local Hollywood player jogging up a hill, your favorite starlet glistening with sweat and your typical Beverly Hills Mom gabbing on her cell phone while pushing a stroller up the side of a mountain.  

A place where you hear the best conversations in passing.  You enter the worlds of so many Angelenos as they hike past you and vice versa.  Scripts, auditions, lovers, ex-Lovers, dreams, diet, fear, self improvement and lets not forget the most talked about, life's lil opportunities.

This magic mountain holds the tales of so many that came, saw and dreamt.  Most climb their way to the top and others never make it because they become distracted by the beauty of it all - a bit symbolic of the city it overlooks.

Though all are lives have different paved or unpaved paths destined for us, those in the city of Angels all seem to end up at one point in their lives on a path at Runyon Canyon. 

Top of Runyon CanyonWho let the dogs out (on Runyon Canyon)View of Los Angeles from the middle of RunyonNeverWood and Hollywood meet eye to eye

A backyard of someone's Hollywood Hills home (they obviously attended NWH)

The gate keeper to the City of Angels This reminds me of Twilight...Edward (echo)?Horsing around on the top of the mountain

Saddle up - It's going to be a wild ride there partner

NeverWood High's Carlos E. Lopez gazes at a sea of dreamsLos Angeles, CA - What's your dream?The skies the limit at NeverWood High