Franklin Canyon Park

A hidden gem from its usually sparse visitors, to its quaint turtle pond, to its slightly ominous, crumbling Spanish-style house on the premises that was built by the (cursed) Doheny family in 1930s as a summer retreat. So sad that the LA Parks system has been so abysmally underfunded that they had to close the Nature Education Center that I so loved as a kid (you can still glimpse deflated kayaks and a taxidermied mountain lion through the dusty windows).