Wednesday, September 12, 2007

we could just call it spots' park...

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...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

hmm maps charmingly call it "interior green belt"

Anonymous said...

Three ways to get invited in to a firehouse dinner

1) Volunteer at said firehouse. You will get to cook your famous chicken for 16 hungry men make 2.
2) Ask, it may sound lame, but again you will get to cook your famous chicken for 16 hungry men make 3.
3) Invite yourself in show up with said uncooked chicken explain you are having a dinner party in x hours and need to use their stove. Make breathless exasperated sounds, wear a low cut top with a mini skirt and 2+inch high Malanos have your hair blown out and you won't just be cooking, you'll get a marriage proposal in no time...

Where can you find these tips and more..maybe the Jen & Steph help yourself webpage for the incredibly desperate...
And #3 totally works!

Anonymous said...

maybe it's the Interior Greenbelt. Check this site.

http://timmy.vox.com/library/post/interior-green-belt-san-francisco.html

Spots said...

Found it! Tank Hill. Go figure...

http://www.yelp.com/biz/zqg2VbC2mxld1dOl1CsyHw#hrid:UZeJoTbstHgtRGOTHofRhA

Anonymous said...

Maybe you can rename it and no one would notice. Spots park sounds better than tank hill ...where is the tank? how can they call it tank hill when there is not tanks on it?

Becky said...

What would a rowdy firehouse dinner consist of...do elaborate...

greg said...

welcome to the neighborhood....