Hike

The sickest mini hike within an hour of SF is right here. You zigzag up the face of a mountain, getting higher and higher above the foggy horizon, clouds streaming above you and blending into the horizon. The waves at the beach an eternity below you crash in little white lines, as if arranged on a mirror by a credit card, just waiting for you to breathe them in. The curvy view-filled mountain suddenly explodes into a dense misty forest with ancient, enchanted trees. A small way further and there’s a natural window out of the forest onto the hill across the valley. From this vantage point we sat in silence. Time passed. Fog rolled. Hawks flew. Nature existed.

Bliss. Follow the road to Stinson!