Josh, Goober and I sat on the porch with the sun on our backs and a smoothie between us, when suddenly, I realized the potatoes had been boiling too long. A salvage attempt was made but my mood was still sour.
To remedy this, a destination was picked and a walk began.
Objective: Golden Gate Heights. 4 miles and 760 feet elevation gain.
Strapped on a new pair of shoes to break in, grabbed water and a sweater. And we were off!
I guess I should have guessed by the MapMyWalk that I was going to be headed uphill. .. But, as we walked up 24th, the grade of the street kept catching me off guard. By the last block before we reached Market, I had to stop twice within a block to catch my breath and take in the views.
The walk took a twist. We snaked under, around and up to get to Market.
Market morphed to Portola and we followed them both, mirroring traffic, gaining elevation. Step after step, we traversed the saddle of Twin Peaks.
We left Sutro Tower behind us.
Above this crest, we were treated to a whole new section of the city. Everything got a little more suburban. There was space. There were driveways. There were yards. Hell, we even saw this place that looked straight out of a movie -- discarded play bike turned over and left on the grass.
We made it now to a beautiful wooded area of SF. I marveled over and over that we were still in the city limits. The trees were large, old and looming. The streets winding. I got lost in the getting lost.
Then, as we turned a corner, we were greeted by a man and his Labrador. The pup was too excited to be there, tugging and pulling at his leash. Dog controlling owner.
And we were there.
Beautiful, forested. Full of great vistas, shady benches and friendly dogs.
With a stop for a little bit of swinging, we pushed on a bit farther to what we learned was Grand View Park. They weren't kidding when they named it!
And, as we descended the hill, we were treated to one final surprise. From our vantage, we saw many people taking photos on the stairs we were descending. It seemed curious, but not unusual.
Only when we turned around, did we discover the city's last present to us.
All in all, I am once again thankful that I live in a city that surprises me on a daily basis.
Thank you, San Francisco!