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Showing posts with label Corona Heights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Corona Heights. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

10 Great Hikes Throughout San Francisco

I just wrote an article about ten places to hike in the City, covering one hike in each of the ten main districts. The compilation was a challenge, as there are so many places I like to explore, and there wasn't enough room to include even half of them. (Perhaps there should be a part two?) For ideas about where to wander with little ones in San Francisco, from Land's End to Telegraph Hill, from Alamo Square to the Visitacion Valley Greenway, please check out the link below to OnlyInBayArea.com.

Cheers,
Jess

http://www.onlyinbayarea.com/Article/Details/Best-places-to-hike-in-san-francisco-with-kids 

Grandview Park, aka Turtle Hill, of SF

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Ten AWESOME hikes in the southeastern part of San Francisco


McLaren Park's southside

The following hikes are within city limits, so you could combine several in one day, or fan them out through the long weekend. This is a partial list, and as a local who lives in Visitacion Valley, I lean towards introducing hikes within the southeastern quadrant of this city. Here there's sunshine more often than nought, less people and dogs on the trails, stunning views, and perhaps most exciting, native species that have not been eradicated, like in the more groomed parts of the city.

On Bayview Hill
1. Bayview Hill -- It's springtime now and the hill is covered with long green grass and patches of wildflowers, and hawks soar overhead. Enter on Key Avenue, walk uphill on the fire road to a one-mile loop at the top. You won't be disappointed. Look for lupine flowers (don't pick them!) and the Islais cherry, a food source for the Ohlone people, and one of the last stands of this endemic plant remaining in San Francisco. You could combine this hike with Candlestick Point, the Visitacion Valley Greenway (stopping on Leland Avenue for refreshments), and/or McLaren Park.

Trail off Ervine; McLaren Park

2. McLaren Park's southern slope -- There are two humble entrances that I recommend; the first is at the intersection of Wilde and Ervine where a concrete path meanders up to an old, defunct observation tower at the first peak; the second is a narrow dirt trail at the end of Ervine where coyotes wander and the hill slopes precariously, and excitingly, to either side of the path. The views are amazing, and perhaps one of the best times to visit is at sunset, or even when the moon is rising over Bayview Hill to the east. You and your friends will be amazed at the tranquility of the scene, and fall in love with San Francisco all over again. You could combine this hike with finding McLaren Park's labyrinth and/or the Visitacion Valley Greenway. 

Visitacion Valley Greenway
3. Visitacion Valley Greenway -- Most city locals still haven't heard about these parks, but they are perhaps the most beautiful in the city. Start at Hans Schiller Plaza on Leland Avenue, and walk uphill, passing through the Greenway's many connected parks that were once barely used, overgrown DPW land. Now there is a community garden, an herb garden, a children's garden, a native plant garden, and more. You could easily combine this hike with McLaren Park's southern slope and/or Bayview Hill. 

Candlestick Point
4. Candlestick Point -- Come here and imagine what it was like a hundred years ago when oysters were still good to eat from these waters. You'll find birds, and sometimes seals, and the quiet beaches are good for relaxation and introspection. You could combine this hike with India Basin, Bayview Hill, Heron's Head, and/or McLaren Park. 

Marshland along Heron's Head
5. Heron's Head Park -- This long stretch of land licks out onto the bay where seals bark and seabirds soar, and you are so close to the big ships you can see people on their decks. Heron's Head is an amazing place that shows what humans can do to recover blighted land and restore the orginal marshland, or a near equivalent. Check out the off-the-grid headquarters near the bathrooms at the start. Also, across the street from the parking lot is a native plant nursery that should be on every plant-lover's map. You should and could combine this hike with a walk to India Basin, which is visible across a short bay, and accesible by a dirt trail along the perimeter.

Pickleweed at India Basin
6. India Basin -- One of the last remaining vestiges of San Francisco marshland, and hallelujah, it is coming back. The powers that be are creating the Blue Greenway, which is essentially going to be a walking and bicycling area on the southeastern edge of San Francisco. Ultimately this will mean more people, but also more awareness for the natural beauty of the marshland, the birds that use it, and the ability to clean (t a limited extent) polluted waters that are our Bay. India Basin is a great place to wander around and identify pickleweed, for example, which is an edible plant normally (but don't eat it growing along the SF Bay, please). You can easily walk from here to Heron's Head. 

"Secret" trail up Bernal Hill
7. Bernal Hill -- The doggie folks have adopted this as their hill, but there is still room for wildlife. My 70-year-old mother hiked there the other day and saw a five foot snake with its head down a gopher hole. And on last year's winter solstice I sat at the peak where a klezmer band played to an audience of three as thick tongues of fog rolled across the city on either side of us.

8. Crocker Amazon -- Technically this is a separate park from McLaren, but you could fool me. If you go to the end of Dublin Street, or off of Moscow in the Excelsior, you can bypass the athletic fields and find the gem of a community garden, but further in is the absolutely beautiful park. There are trails lacing the hillsides, and walking right into McLaren Park is probably inevitable and highly recommended. It would be silly to not combine this hike with adventuring throughout McLaren Park, and if you are ambitious you could wind your way through the Visitacion Valley Greenway and end up on Leland Avenue for refreshments.

Labyrinth of McLaren
9. The labyrinth of McLaren Park --  The labyrinth is made of stone and love, and sits upon perhaps the highest part of the park. If you want to find it, you will. No more directions needed. Blessed be. 

Trail off of Arkansas Street
10. Potero Hill -- It is with hesitation that Potrero Hill is included as a hike, as it's not so wild, but I did grow up in this neighborhood and my heart remains on these streets that the 48 Quintara drives across, on the nearly hidden staircases, and on the two parks that have always been a refuge in my teenage years: Snake Park (officially McKinley Square), which runs along the curviest part of Vermont Street; and the unpaved parts of the Potrero Hill Recreation Center, off of Arkansas Street (which has just had a gentrified facelift that will thrill all lovers of playgrounds). But the best little area to hike on this hill is the wildish open space along Carolina and 23rd Street. Right now the grass is green with spring, but come Indian summer there still might be kids with pieces of cardboard who slide down the steepest part of the hill.  

On top of Corona Heights
 11. Corona Heights -- This is technically not in the southeastern quadrant, so we will consider this the odd man out, but not to be ignored in a list of great hiking spots with San Francisco. Like giant teeth poking out of the top of the hill, Corona Heights is a great destination with its 360-degree view that makes you feel like you are in the center of the city. This would be a great place to bring a date at night (a date who likes to walk, drink out of bag, and breath fresh air instead of perfume), where you could canoodle and notice how much the lights of city look like stars. Or come here in the day with a kid and throw down a blanket to have a picnic and cloud gaze. You could shake a stick at the Randall Museum, on its lower flanks, one of the best museums in this city, replete with native animals, and free to boot.


Lupine flowers in McLaren Park, found on the trail off of Ervine on the southern slope.

Friday, December 16, 2011

2011 in Retrospect


Certain unhappy times
Greasy Seasonings!! You’ve been given the present no one can turn down, a delightfully impersonal blog posting--yes! This one comes from the kid behind Hill Babies. Instead of a bow-tied present, I'm presenting you with my goings-on! Who doesn’t want to read about a year in the life of a toddler? Grab the eggnog and hide the scissors, this year was full of fun. Have a lovely holiday, however you celebrate it, but don’t forget: axial tilt is the reason for the season!  Love, G.

1 Baby + 2 Parents = Dearth of Friends
January—My parents throw a party for the New Year, and I’m bored to tears. I’m the only kid. What’re they thinking? Kid=family dog? Never! I'm sad that my best hiking friends, Henry and Iris, are leaving San Francisco. My parents take me on quiet hikes—I love the outdoors, the sunshine, and the smell of trees. But I have so few friends…
Friendship at the old toxic dump

February—Mom posts an ad online saying something like ANYBODY NUTS ENOUGH TO WALK ACROSS SAN FRANCISCO WITH A BABY? Lo and behold, there’s a passel of these moms. Suddenly, I have FRIENDS! Tabby, Maggie, Ella, Fiona, Leo, Georgia, and I rule the city—crawling and staggering from craggy, windswept Corona Heights, to the coyote haunt and hawk home of Glen Canyon, to the bird-filled flatlands of Heron’s Head in Hunter’s Point. Every time we meet, it’s a party in the sun.

Born to win
Gunslinger in a slot canyon
March—The coup de grace for the month is going to Las Vegas. I pig out at the buffet trough, throw tantrums for pie, and get dazzled by the lights. My folks have the nerve to find me a babysitter when Mom goes off to read a story somewhere (how DARE she not read it to me). On the best of days, I tromp about the springtime desert, exploring Red Rocks and the Valley of Fire. Before heading home, I ruthlessly poop on the rug of the casino-hotel.

The miracle of a wristwatch

Miz Lise of Vis Valley's Story Time
April—My first painting is done on ceramic pigs, and I make one for Grammy and Grandpa, and another for Tutu. Family folk, Peter and Rozell, come over for dinner. Rozell’s taken by me, and I’m taken by Peter’s wristwatch. How DOES it work? Other April highlights include “story times” at San Francisco libraries—I’m amazed by the silly adults who wear fuzzy duckling puppets on their fingers and whoop it up. I also ride on a bicycle for the first time, cruising through Golden Gate Park! It’s a blast!
Swinging with Grammy

May—What a lovely month: flowers blooming in the garden, bike rides on the coast, and outings with my buddies. Grammy and I don our biggest floppy sunhats and have a date at the San Francisco Zoo, Mom trailing in our wake. My parents throw a summer party, and thank god, there are guests my size and age, including new friends, Emily and Seamus, drinking milk and causing riots. 
The first snowstorm of the year


The Big and the Little G
June—Get ready for THIS: I take a road trip to Oregon with my buddy Tabby, and on June 1st we’re caught in a SNOWSTORM in the California mountains. Double wow!! By the next day, the sun is shining and I’m hiking through hobo camps in the woods. Up in Portland I see my namesake, Big Genevieve, and Mom’s cousins, Henry and his new wife, Loretta. Good times, but don’t ask me about the barbecue! (I learned the meaning of the word HOT. No fun.)


Punk rock wedding
Mississippi wandering
July—Things are getting HOT: the Marin County Fair (do I smell cow pies?), a punk rock wedding in Virginia City, Nevada where I dress up in cowgirl finery and shake my rump, and a jaunt to Mississippi. We head to Ole Miss where the nights are balmy and lit with fireflies, and come daytime, I snarffle through massive plates of BBQ, sweat like a hog in the Southern heat, and have a tantrum outside William Faulkner’s home.

 English Channel summer
August—I fly to JOLLY OLD ENGLAND, where straight off this ginger-haired boy woos me with sweets and ice cream as my parents drink at a pub. The folks and I head to Brighton where I meet two new friends, Joel and Ellis. We explore real castles and ancient battlegrounds, stumble across shingle beaches to the FREEZING English Channel, get backstage at the Royal Pavilion, climb Devil’s Dyke and hike on top of chalky cliffs, visit Roman ruins at Bath, and get lost in Leatherhead. I have a BRILLIANT time.

In the fish tunnel
September—School starts for me: part-time daycare at San Francisco State University. (I am that smart.) My old parents take me hiking in Marin, but my favorite hike is in Tilden Park with my friends. On another great day I visit the aquarium at Pier 39, which is awesome, but keep me away from the snip-snapping CRABS!

Turning TWO!
October—Hang on to your horses! I’m turning TWO! My party is a smashing success, and someone spins rockabilly tunes so me and my buds can do the watoosi and the hand-jive! I also have new friends, Naglis and Smelte. One day I ride the MUNI bus to Chinatown with my buddies, where I refuse to eat dim sum. I see a strange performance at the De Young Museum one night, party hard at my cousin Kekoa’s birthday, and toodle around the city on hikes. Awesome month!!

Puppy love
November—We drive to Los Angeles so Mom can read another of her interminable stories, and I fall in love with a gregarious and handsome young man named Jacob. He gives me my first toothbrush. We even bathe together, but don’t ask ‘cause I won’t tell! I meet two other boys in LA, August and Max. I’m like the belle at the ball, but my heart (and bellybutton) is for Jacob. Back in SF, my parents try to indoctrinate a leftist agenda on my impressionable self by having me serve soup at the local Occupy movement. Well I insist on being fed, too. We also ride in Critical Mass, a huge posse of renegade bicyclists that take over the SF streets and make a hullabaloo. November is such a full month, my mind is a-whirl … or is it puppy love?

No dental tools in my mouth
December—Every time I brush my teeth, I ask for Jacob. To my consternation, I am given my first dental appointment. Indeed, I bite a couple fingers. I walk out of that office like a bandit with a new teddy bear, two toothbrushes (one for Jacob?), and a kid-sized toothpaste bottle. WHO do THEY think they’re fooling? I will not go down easy. 

The month is halfway over, but there’s some event called the Winter Solstice coming up, and I hear I might get buck-naked and dance around a Yule Log, howling like a tiny wolf. Yes, my hippie-at-heart parents are forsaking this other event they call “Christmas,” and so they’re bringing me to a cabin in the Oregon woods (and in the process breaking the hearts of my grandparents three, who I’ll dearly miss). But truth be told, I’m excited. I’ve never spent multiple days in the outdoors, I’ve only seen stars in picture books, and I have a new pair of snow boots. I’m hopeful for a grrrrreat ending to 2011—for YOU and ME BOTH! Let’s keep each other posted. Happy holidays!
Looking sweet but plotting revolt for 2012

Love and kisses, 
Little G 




My friend Emily
Just for a second I allowed this invasion
Bringing soup to the Occupiers


My friend Naglis
Me, Tutu, and Mom
Rest is good
Wagon riding in the UK
My friend Leo

I call him Ginger Nut, my short-term British boyfriend
This Brit is NOT my boyfriend.
Marin County hiking
Shingle beaches of Brighton
Pig painting for the grandparents 

My friend Maggie

Riding the bus to Chinatown with my buds
Giddy up, Grandpa!


Cousin Kekoa and me

The indignity of it, but I love my aunt

Swimming in Nevada


Annalise, Ellie, and Uncle Chris


My friend Georgia

Whoa! Freakie-deekers at the De Young tonight!


My friend Fiona

Me, Grammy, and Mom

My friend Tabicakes

My friend Seamus
Me and Daddy
Critical Mass