Brett
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I had the day off and thought, “Why not do something wholesome?” First, I discovered a gyro so good it could end wars. Then I swung by the Long Beach Airport viewing area to watch planes take off like the budget version of Catch Me If You Can. On the way home, I spotted this hill and decided to check out the view—because nothing says “impulsive life choices” like chasing an elevated mound of dirt.
After surviving a gauntlet of stoplights that felt like LA’s version of purgatory, I finally made it. Parking is scarce—mostly street parking—so you’ll need to channel your inner Formula 1 driver to snag a spot.
The view? Pretty solid, assuming you enjoy squinting through the official LA haze filter. The park itself is clean, plenty of shade under the trees, and the atmosphere is relaxed… depending on your definition of “relaxed.”
Because here’s the thing: Signal Hill is basically the unofficial make-out capital of Southern California. There were more teenagers locking lips than there are pigeons in New York. Forget sunsets—these kids came to tongue wrestle. So, pro tip: if your daughter says her boyfriend is taking her to Signal Hill to “hang out,” she’s not talking about admiring the skyline.
Overall, it’s worth a visit if you’re nearby. The view is free, the breeze is nice, and the people-watching is chef’s kiss. Just be prepared for the occasional background soundtrack of awkward giggles and lip-smacking.