This Tour Made Possible by… You

On November 19, 2009 · 2 Comments

I sent out an appeal for sights I could cram into a single afternoon in San Francisco, and the readership of the Twelve Mile Circle came through with flying colors. I wrapped up the business that had occupied me form most of the week and set out on my journey to absorb as much of the city as I could in a just few hours.

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I should have noted in my previous article that I didn’t have a rental car so my apologies for that. However, that still gives me lots of suggestions for the next time I’m here. I factored in several suggestions along with my own research and here is the six mile loop I took, mostly on foot but also with one big chunk on a cable car.

Hotel Workers on Strike

After lunch, I made my way down from Union Square to Powell & Market, the beginning point of a couple of the cable car routes. Little did I know that I was going to have to snake my way through a group of striking hotel workers. It wasn’t my hotel, fortunately enough, because it was rather loud and raucous. I started my journey with some excitement but this would be my only unexpected delay during the entire time.

I was trying to be a little surreptitious when I snapped the picture in case the subjects might be sensitive to those kinds of things. I could imagine a scenario where I would have to explain that I was doing this for some obscure geo-oddity blog.

The Gripman on a San Francisco Cable Car

I boarded the Powell & Mason line to Fisherman’s Wharf. This was actually the first time I’d ever ridden a cable car on the several trips I’ve made to San Francisco over the years. I’m glad I did.

I sat at the very front of the car with my face practically pressed to the glass. The gripman stood directly behind me. I could perceive the complexity of these vehicles from the mechanical levers he grabbed in carefully orchestrated patterns. I couldn’t figure out all of his maneuvers on my brief ride but it seemed to involve aspects of grabbing, breaking and coasting in various combinations. His dexterity was truly a work of art especially with the pedestrians and drivers who seemed unaware the limitations of an approaching cable car.

I found Fisherman’s Wharf somewhat disappointing. This area was extremely touristy with aggressive barkers trying to corral crowds to various shops and attractions. Sorry, but I didn’t stick around long enough to take any decent photos.

Crooked Lombard Street

I hiked up Hyde Street towards Lombard Street to see the so-called "World’s Most Crooked Road." It looked so simple on the map, but soon discovered Hyde Street climbs uphill at a crazy angle as it mounts Russian Hill. I proved to myself that I’m both aging and out-of-shape as I pulled myself uphill slowly. I only had to stop to rest once so I felt pretty good about that and took some small consolation in it.

I don’t know whether Lombard Street is actually the most crooked anywhere or whether that’s all hype, but I can say with confidence that it’s really, really kooky corkscrew twisted. I helped some Japanese tourists with a group photo and I walked downhill. That was considerably more pleasant than the climb up.

Coit Tower on Telegraph Hill

However after Lombard street bottoms-out it begins to climb upward again as it continues towards Telegraph Hill and Coit Tower atop it. I was really getting a workout and hopefully shedding a few pounds I’ve gained from eating my way through San Francisco earlier this week.

Coit Tower is a 210 foot art deco cylinder built in 1933. I’m going to guess that the elevator is original too. It had a human elevator operator who made sure the retractable mesh metal door swung into placed properly. Otherwise visitors might be tempted to touch the wall moving past as the elevator rose. It was one of the noisiest most rickety mechanical devices I’ve ever experienced. Those things have safety breaks, right? I kept telling myself and I figured it must have to pass regular inspections too. That’s how I rationalize my ascent. It was all worth it once I got to the top.

Darrell Place Park

I came back down but I didn’t want to backtrack and I found a neat little alleyway that descended nearly 300 feet from Telegraph Hill almost down to sea level. Alley is the wrong word. It was a series of terraced wooden plank steps and platforms with banisters. Street is the wrong word too but it actually had a street sign and a name, Darrell Place. The neighbors obviously put a great deal of effort into beautifying the pathway with abundant landscaping and I’m glad I got to experience it while traveling downhill.

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I’ve included a satellite image because I thoroughly enjoyed it, and felt pretty good about stumbling across it by chance. I don’t think any roads go through here. The greenery pathway I followed cuts across the entire bottom of this image (the big stripe of shrubbery). Honestly I don’t know where these residents park their cars.

The Embarcadero in San Francisco

I cut down to The Embarcadaro briefly. I include this image because it’s about the only pure geography you’re going to get on this posting. This flat area of San Francisco is primarily filled-in soft soils composed of bay mud. In the next major earthquake it will liquefy and cause great structural damage.

I left that depressing thought behind and started paying attention to my thirst. I had to sneak in at least one brewpub on this adventure. I stopped by San Francisco Brewing on Columbus Avenue and relaxed for a little while.

San Francisco China Town

From there I walked through Chinatown. I was a minority here and I immersed myself briefly in a foreign culture. Most of the shops catered to the Chinese community exclusively. I recall walking past one store and observing a number of large turtles for sale. Undoubtedly they will be cooked up and consumed somewhere this evening.

And from there I returned to my starting point.

On November 19, 2009 · 2 Comments

2 Responses to “This Tour Made Possible by… You”

  1. Mike Lowe says:

    You laid out a great trip. I’m glad you had fun.

    It’s true the folks at Fisherman’s Wharf are pushy. I wish I’d mentioned that but I was distracted (toddlers do that) and hit Submit early. A single visit satisfied me and now I can do other sights if I ever return to SF.

    Safe trip home.

    • I’m still glad I went through Fisherman’s Wharf if only to say "I’ve been there," and because it was part of a rather pleasant stroll. I’ve returned home now and my calf muscles are still a little sore from walking up-and-down all those humongous hills (although sitting in the cramped seat of an airline for several hours doesn’t help much either). Obviously I need to get more hilly exercise!

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