I've discovered a totally hobo free park in San Francisco and had to tell you about it.
The BFF invited me over for a mini-hike and vegan soup last night and for reasons beyond me, I agreed. Setting off from her home in Cole Valley, we walked up and up Stanyan until we reached a dead end.
I, I'll have you know, didn't kvetch once because as everyone knows, the hot fire station is on Stanyan and I eagerly anticipate some really attractive and height-appropriate rescue personnel emerging one day to invite us to a rowdy firehouse dinner.
Anyway, you get to the top of Stanyan and then you turn left, heading up whatever street that is until you read this big dirt hill with a little dirt path. Said dirt path requires that you watch each and every step you take, so you don't slip on a rock or misplaced log and go tumbling down an urban ravine.
Which means, by the time you're finally at the fucking top, you can look up and...holy shit. It's the most incredible view. It's like, 75% of the city. Right there. On top of this nameless hill with nary a soul around.
Where are the hobos? I know it's probably really hard to push a stolen Safeway cart up there, but it'd be worth it. The place was pristine and empty. Christ, there wasn't even litter.
And while incredibly windy, someone's clearly maintaining this park. Which means it must have a name.
BFF and I decided it couldn't be a Twin Peak, because those seemed to be next door. We're stumped. Follow my clear and concise directions and see if you can figure it out. If it's unnamed, who gets to name it? Gavin? Because I've got some ideas...