One one of my breaks from work last week in SB Peter and I planned to have some sort of adventure. We were at Backyard Bowl contemplating the possibilities when we ran in to Pete's friend Marcus, who was exactly the kind of person who could help steer us towards some kind of adventure. He is a master "urban hiker" who prides himself in knowing about things like the Frog Shrine. Telling us how to get there was proving complicated and seemed to be getting him excited about it, so he offered to show us the way. We picked up Leon, and we were off.
We followed him about halfway up the riviera and parked on some random street. Marcus would not allow us to simply drive up to the location, we had to "hike" for the experience. We walked on secret pathways between houses on the Riviera until we reached the magical street. We couldn't go straight there still, because Marcus thought that we had not been on a journey long enough. He assured us that it would be better if we walked around the block and approached the shrine from the other side.
Along the wall as we approached we would see one little froggy, then two, then ten, then thousands. People must have been making frog deposits in this spot for years! There were frog toys, jewelry, drawings, statues, pictures, keychains, etc. We spent about ten minutes soaking in all of the frog-induced awesomeness. For all of his urban hiking knowledge, Marcus did not seem to know the origin of the Frog Shrine. Who started it? Why frogs? Maybe we will never know.
One one of my breaks from work last week in SB Peter and I planned to have some sort of adventure. We were at Backyard Bowl contemplating the possibilities when we ran in to Pete's friend Marcus, who was exactly the kind of person who could help steer us towards some kind of adventure. He is a master "urban hiker" who prides himself in knowing about things like the Frog Shrine. Telling us how to get there was proving complicated and seemed to be getting him excited about it, so he offered to show us the way. We picked up Leon, and we were off. 
We followed him about halfway up the riviera and parked on some random street. Marcus would not allow us to simply drive up to the location, we had to "hike" for the experience. We walked on secret pathways between houses on the Riviera until we reached the magical street. We couldn't go straight there still, because Marcus thought that we had not been on a journey long enough. He assured us that it would be better if we walked around the block and approached the shrine from the other side. 
Along the wall as we approached we would see one little froggy, then two, then ten, then thousands. People must have been making frog deposits in this spot for years! There were frog toys, jewelry, drawings, statues, pictures, keychains, etc. We spent about ten minutes soaking in all of the frog-induced awesomeness. For all of his urban hiking knowledge, Marcus did not seem to know the origin of the Frog Shrine. Who started it? Why frogs? Maybe we will never know.
