San Francisco

Went to San Francisco this week for work and was able to fit in a couple of runs. Which I have to say I was a little more excited about than the work, but I tend to be that way. Running is fun, and work...well, work is work. My hotel was about a mile from the Moscone Center, and I quickly remembered how hilly SF is. The walk back each day was about three blocks of steep uphill walking. The weather was decent, although a bit cool in the evenings. More about that later.

On Monday I set out for the beach. I took the Muni to Ocean Beach, and that in itself was an experience. I figured the Muni was like a subway, stopping at each station along the way, but no, it wasn't. The train functioned more like a bus, dropping off passengers whenever they signalled for a stop. There weren't that many people on the train, but after every stop the "Request Stop" light lit up immediately again. I thought we'd never get there. I suppose you get used to it if you ride every day.

Upon arriving at the last stop I disembarked and walked across the highway to the beach. It was an overcast day with a nice breeze. Ocean Beach was pretty much uninhabited except for a few brave souls. I'm fascinated with the ocean and large bodies of water, having grown up in the desert Southwest where we had neither. Dang, the ocean is big. I love the sound of the crashing waves and the sizzle as the foam sinks into the sand. The vastness of the water is impressive to see in scale with people standing at the water's edge. The path north started on the beach and then onto the promenade paralleling the sand. Lots of sea gulls but still not many people. I stopped numerous times to take pictures, and this particular run was more a mixture of stopping, walking, and jogging than a straight run. I walked up the incline to the Cliff House and stopped again to take pictures of the rocks just off the beach. Then I took a path to the Sutro Baths. The deck there had great views and the first glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge towers. Then it was into the woods along Land's End and the trails leading east. The paths were up and down and definitely not made for bikes, with plenty of rocks and roots and stairs.

I finally came out on El Camino Del Mar and through a very nice neighborhood. I'm sure these homes are very pricey, especially given the location. Down some steps onto Baker Beach, where I went down closer to the waves and got some sea-level pictures. Then it was onto the Battery to Bluffs Trail, which is very rugged. By the time I was getting close to the end of it I'd already topped 6 miles on my GPS and felt every bit of it. I did a fair bit of walking on this part of the trail since it was so up-and-down and had lots of stairs. I took one wrong path at one of the batteries but quickly backtracked to make it down where I could cross under the bridge. Once on the east side of the bridge I turned down another dirt road that would have ultimately taken me to the path I wanted, but I turned back and found a quicker way. At that point the rest of the run was flat. I finally stopped running for good at the 9-mile mark and walked the rest of the way to the cable car stop. That was another experience in itself as I had to wait 45 minutes and the wonderful crews were clearly in no hurry. I realize now that it's not a good idea to count on the cable cars as reliable or timely transportation since they're made for tourists. As it was I stood in the darkening evening and the nice breeze and became progressively colder. The hot shower when I finally made it back to the hotel felt awesome.

Wednesday I took the aforementioned unreliable cable car to Fisherman's Wharf and headed west along the same route I'd finished with on Monday. This is the Bay Trail, part of which runs along the northern perimeter of the San Francisco peninsula. On this particular day it was misty and somewhat foggy. The rain never seemed to pick up much during the day so I ventured out, and lo and behold it actually stopped a couple of miles into it. This route skirts the yacht club, another fascinating sight that we didn't have in the desert. This time I navigated my way up to the Golden Gate Bridge and ran along the east sidewalk, stopping at regular intervals to take pictures. I discovered the buoy in the harbor below the bridge sounds off exactly every twenty seconds, and the effect was pretty cool in the partial fog. The tops of the bridge towers were shrouded in mist. Overall it was a damp outing that I totally enjoyed. I hoped to see some of the big cargo ships pass under the bridge while I was there but none did, maybe allowing to the fog. I ran back along the same path and ended up at 7.58 miles for the run. Then I went a few extra blocks to Fisherman's Wharf, where I grabbed clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl, a bottle of water, and an Anchor Steam. All tasted great. Instead of going to the cable car nearest the wharf I went inland a couple of blocks and got onto one with a smaller waiting line. Again, the crew wasn't in a hurry but at least I had to wait only 15 minutes or so. Again, the hot shower felt great.

I totally enjoyed my outings in SF. It's a gorgeous area and the run across the bridge should be on every runner's list of things to do. The area west of there along the beach and the bluffs is now one of my favorite scenic runs ever. It's one of those things I wouldn't have done unless I was a runner. Getting out and seeing the sights is one of the benefits of running. Exploring a new area is fun, and unless I was a runner I likely wouldn't do so much of it. The work part of the trip wasn't so bad, but the running part was truly outstanding. Maybe next time I'll be able to share it with someone.