Oak Glen: Fall is only 75 Miles Away
“Fall in Los Angeles may not have the beautiful aesthetics of fall in, say, Vermont or Maine. The piles of crimson and orange leaves. The maple syrup. The frost on the windowpanes. Unless, of course, our idea of nostalgic beauty is the Santa Anas through the palm trees, which it may very well be.”
As I tell my friends in the Midwest and back East, ‘it’s not Christmas without palm trees.’ But for those who disagree, look no further than Oak Glen. I remember going up every fall as a kid.
