Pandemic time has also been park-discovering time, and like an idiot, I'm discovering near my…read morechildhood home parks whose existence I knew nothing about--even though I've driven past them thousands of times.
Case in point: La Bonita Park. I'll take you back to spring 1998, because who doesn't want to relive one of the most meaningful semesters of one's college career? This was when I was obsessing over and becoming really good at pinball. If I was at home for the weekend or on a break, I would dutifully stay up and drive to the Super Kmart on Imperial around one a.m. I was so good that the $5 I would spend would give me a least an hour of Medieval Madness and Junk Yard enjoyment. I usually drove straight home and turned off my headlights before I got into the driveway and opened the front door as quietly as I could and went into my sister's former room rather than my own because the wood floor right between my bedroom door and my parents' bedroom door squeaks pretty loudly. After that, I'd go through the Jack and Jill bathroom my sister and I used to share, and voilà! I was in my room. With any luck, I wouldn't have awakened either of my parents, and they wouldn't be annoyed that I was going out at all hours of the night.
But if I were hungry, there weren't too many vegetarian options in the middle of the night, so I'd hit up the Taco Bell on Whittier Boulevard in La Habra, which brings us to La Bonita Park. I remember when they constructed that awful-looking monstrosity of a clock tower right next to said Taco Bell, and I remember wondering why and who decided to build this thing right there in that random parking lot right next to the Taco Bell drive-through, and why did they have to make it so big?
I never bothered to read the words on the side of the clock tower, because if I had, I would have known that that random parking lot next to the Taco Bell drive-thru was one of two rather large parking lots for La Bonita Park, whose existence I still find absurd since I spent so much time waiting in line at that drive-thru.
The park is crazy. They packed all this stuff into it: four baseball diamonds, some really cool meandering paths with a bridge, some neat drains with rocks for when it floods, a straight-up '70s-style clubhouse for God-only-knows what purpose, and more that I probably don't know about. Yet. And there's this weird fenced-off area with a driveway leading down to it, which makes me think it used to be filled with water, but it's all grass now, so please, someone on Yelp, tell me what that thing is for. If I were younger, I would totally jump that fence, but I'm too old and out of shape for fence-jumping.
The second parking lot, which is the one we used, is off of Idaho Street, across the street from La Habra High School and near the Boys and Girls Club. And believe it or not, they raise goats and sheep in this random farm that you can see on your way to that back parking lot. That parking lot is actually Hanline Way, and although you're supposed to be able to drive straight through from Idaho into the little neighborhood behind the park, there's a gate separating Hanline from Granada Drive, and it's been closed each time I've been here. Open that gate!
Two more really random observational questions. First, why is the path from the '70s clubhouse down to the parking lot so ridiculously curvy? Did they have a ton of extra concrete they needed to use? I mean, this thing has a hairpin turn worthy of the Italian Alps, but the distance from the clubhouse to the parking lot as the crow flies can't be greater than twenty yards. Second, what is up with the baseball fields' foul poles? They're so short that they're almost completely worthless. The point of a foul pole is that you can judge whether a ball hit out of the park is fair or foul. These things are so stubby that there's no way anyone who happens to be looking at one of them could judge which side of it the ball landed on. I sense some sort local corruption having to do with a manufacturer or dealer of Little League foul poles. I wish there were still local newspapers that covered those kinds of stories.
There are plenty of picnic tables, and they're interspersed throughout the park. Pick one and enjoy some food, preferably not from Taco Bell. The playground also looks pretty neat, so bring your kids. It really does amaze me how much topographical diversity such a small park has. There are hills and dales and everything.