The park’s central physical feature is a reservoir similar to Lake Hollywood. It’s smaller in scale, but you can actually picnic by its edges. There is also an accompanying duck pond with a very zen-like pathway. There are a few trails at different corners of the park that total a few miles that offer views of the westside. The park also features an amphitheater in the lower portion that used to be part of the Doheny Ranch’s inhabitation.
Now, maybe all these amenities aren’t that unique(in Los Angeles, they are!). What draws me are the Sycamores. Scattered all over the park, I can easily imagine native americans settling underneath just the perfect amount of shade. With the trees nestled along the park’s tiny creek, you feel like you’ve found a time capsule.
You can get a similar feel in other parks, like Sullivan Canyon, Franklin Canyon is more accessible. But it’s not. It parallels the heavily-trafficked Coldwater Canyon and if you’re hiking Fryman Canyon, all you have to do is cross the street to get there. Yet usage of the park is scarce relative to it’s more locally travelled neighbors. I’ll buy that being surrounded by
people zipping to their mega mansions in their high-performance sportscars/Teslas low density housing, parking is problematic enough at other parks that you might save time making the extra five minute drive. And a piece of mind.