You are really setting yourself up for criticism when you name something "great," and the Great Park in Irvine is no exception. I had not heard much about it, except my friend Bev's disparaging words. I wanted to see for myself.
A Turkish festival was being held Mother's Day weekend at the Great Park, and initially I had thought of attending. But upon walking up to the venue and seeing that it was primarily a carnival and that I'd have to pay $12 for admission beyond the $5 I had already paid for parking, I thought better of it. Instead, Rasputin and I explored the ruins of El Toro Marine Corps Air Station, the approximately 4,700 acres on which the Great Park is situated. Officially closed in 1999, the base had initially been considered for a new airport or a housing development. After much back-room wrangling, a park was born.
One thing I had heard of the Great Park were the free balloon rides. Though it didn't seem as if anything was going on in that department, Rasputin and I walked over just to make sure. The balloon was tethered to the ground, and no one was waiting in line for a ride. Would like to try that some time, but Mother's Day was not the time.
I had heard of high hopes for the park, but what I saw was a bunch of dead and dying grass and buildings in various states of decay. Some structures were fairly intact; others were nothing more than cement foundations and a few concrete steps. No playground equipment, no lakes, no hiking or bike trails, no picnic tables. Just a bunch of grass and a few parking lots.
The first and biggest building I checked out was some kind of huge warehouse. I didn't go inside, as I couldn't find an unlocked access. That would have been quite surreal walk about in a warehouse the size of several football fields.
Near the park's entrance was the former officers' club. Though the main entrance was chained and locked, a side door was not only unlocked but open. Rasputin and I entered. Though most of the walls had been stripped down to the framing and the carpet had been removed, I was amazed to see that so many chairs remained, that the glass ceiling had not been damaged, and that a few framed pictures still hung on the walls. Especially since I did not see any NO TRESPASSING signs or warnings that it was a federal crime to destroy former military property. Also, I saw absolutely zero security personnel, unless you include the young guys at the gate directing traffic.
I love to explore ruins, and this was a bunch of fun for me. I especially enjoyed standing in the relatively intact bar and thinking that a little over a decade ago, this had been a hopping spot. This was so much more fun than a crowded festival or an overpriced, hurried Mother's Day brunch.
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