FatherSon Ventures

Building a Relationship through Adventure

Culver City Steps

Written By: Scot Butwell - Oct• 16•17


This was one of those ideas–hiking up 279 stairs at the Culver City steps–that sounded like a good idea at the time, but it didn’t feel so great when we were  on, say, step number 133 or 208.

At step number 279, I was more than grateful we had made it to the top, and forgive me for the cliche, but I realized I ain’t no spring chicken any more.

I don’t want to say I am getting old, although I will soon be able to round up my age to a hundred, and having no regular exercise routine isn’t the best preparation for a 279 stair workout.

I needed to catch my breath several times, but D didn’t have this problem. He kept scaling up the steps, only stopping occasionally, and was not fazed by the two-foot block stairs.

I looked forward to a father-son moment taking in a vista of Los Angeles. But when we reached the top, D looked back for a split second and followed the trail around a bend.!

Ho-hum, he must have thought.

I was thinking something along the lines of  “this isn’t everyday you see a view like this and, hey, I was really hoping (re: needing) to take a much longer break…to get a second wind.”

We passed through a building with a display in the history of Los Angeles on the way back down. However, D gabe a cursory thought to the info before exiting out a side door.

The way down was easier. I realized near the bottom I needed to find bathroom asap. All the step on the way upmoved my breakfast through my intestines at a faster rate than usual.

Plan A…was a nearby Dunkin Donuts which I remembered passing on the way to the steps, but there was a sign on the bathroom door: Out of Order.

Plan B..Smart and Final next door. I needed to make it in a hurry, but the stall was occupied, and there was no time to search for a nearby restroom.

Plan C…required expediency. I saw a nearby trash can. There was no time for Plan D–just immediate action.

D looked at me with a surprised look. He had never seen me poop in a trash can before, so I felt a need to provide life lesson of some sort to what he saw.

“Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do in an emergency. This was an emergency and, maybe, you will be in an emergency like this one day.”

Yeah, I am not proud for what I did–and I only accidentally hit publish on this–but I think, all things considered, that I would do the same thing if such a situation happens to arise again.

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