This is the morning ritual Louis-Dreyfus prefers: a stout hike after rising from bed around 6 a.m. Standing barely five-feet-three and mostly made of muscle mass, with wowee brown eyes, a heart-shaped face and energy as coiled as her hair, it’s hard to believe she’s in her mid-fifties. Julia Louis-Dreyfus pulls up to the mouth of the Temescal Canyon hiking trail in the Pacific Palisades area of Los Angeles in her gray Tesla, then jumps out in a flurry.
