Words and photos by Nadia Ibanez
The thought of leaving San Francisco has crossed my mind recently. The city can be a real bitch sometimes. The weather has been a serious issue for me. Coming from San Diego, these “SF summers” have shown me the monster that is seasonal depression.
San Francisco is stupid expensive, the city streets are harsh, and it’s not always easy to find an escape from the chaos when you just need a moment to think something through. Thankfully, living by the beach – away from the epicenter of downtown – has offered some solace.
And of course, now that everyone knows I’m dating the man of my wildest dreams, everyone is asking when I’m moving to Washington.
I love San Francisco and sometimes I wonder if I’m ready to leave it. East Bay is tempting me with its warmer temperatures and its true understanding of community – two things I’ve been craving since I’ve made the move.
In an attempt to break in some hiking boots to prep for my trip to Peru, I spent a sun-filled afternoon trekking across the city starting at the entrance to Golden Gate Park and ending up at the Ocean Beach, all while making friends and discovering hidden gems along the way.
At the end of my nine hour urban trek and sun bathing trip, I had walked 10.4 miles. Want to see the journey? Here’s the beauty that is Golden Gate Park…through my eyes.
My girlfriend and I started our day with a visit to my favorite croissant shop (and apparently everyone else’s), Arsicault. I’ve been coming to this place for about a year now but after the bakery received some national headlines, my trips have been less frequent. The stars must have aligned because we showed up with only four others in line ahead of us while trays of freshly baked ham and cheese croissants waited for us.
We walked from the bakery to entrance of Golden Gate Park at Arguello to the lawn of the Conservatory of Flowers. I love coming to the park on the weekends because the main roads are closed to cars and you can usually find some form of music playing in the background. We had a jazz quartet playing in the cave by the Conservatory and decided to lay out a blanket and get some sun.
When my friend had to leave, I walked through Haight Ashbury to see if any excitement was going on before walking back to the park and starting my trek. I made my way to the Shakespeare Garden where I’d often walk by and see a wedding ceremony or someone taking photos. The sun was blazing by this point and I laid in the grass while a newlywed couple took some family portraits.
The wind and clouds weren’t making an appearance yet so I decided on some new change of scenery and headed back to the courtyard in between the De Young museum and the Academy of Sciences. There was a concert going at the Music Concourse but I pushed through and headed toward John F Kennedy Dr. Before I could make it to the road, I met the most adorable dog and his equally sweet owner. After getting my dog fix and making a friend, I continued on to the Rose Garden.
I’ve walked by this place dozens of times and finally checked it out. You could see the roses blooming from afar and the scent of English roses permeated the area. I’m in love with this place and might end up spending some other sunny days in the flowers.
I walked up to Stow Lake to see all of the couples rowing in their little boats before laying down at Hellman Hollow. I love this hilly and grassy part of the park and it’s perfect for people watching. After walking up to the Polo Fields to see what this place looks like when it’s not infested with Outside Land attendees, I walked up to the Golden Gate Angling and Casting Club to watch some neighbors practice their casting skills. It never even crossed my mind to check this place out, but I quickly became hypnotized by the fishing lines as they gently touched the surface of the water.
After saying hello to the bison at the Paddock, I kept walking until I reached the Queen Wilhelmina Tulip Garden and Dutch Windmill. The sugar from the croissants was finally started to wear off so I treated myself to a late Lobster Roll lunch at Beach Chalet to re-fuel. The sun was still out and the wind was picking up but I found myself standing on the boardwalk looking out onto the ocean.
The water seemed calm and tons of people were out on the beach. I must have stood there for an hour watching the surf and a pod of whales that were feeding. It was a beautiful sight to see and I’ll never forget how magical that afternoon was. I started to head home, admired the neighborhood’s curiosities and walked up a massively steep hill to complete my trek.
That Saturday afternoon, from the croissants, coffee and girl talk with one of my dearest friends, to the impromptu whale watching trip, was absolutely perfect. I didn’t expect to spend nine hours in the sun walking around, but when you’re surrounded by so much beauty, time definitely escaped me.
I always tell people, “San Francisco is what you make of it. You can be a recluse and stay in and be weary, or you can see all that it has to offer.”
While I might not always live in San Francisco, I will forever be grateful to this city and all that it showed and taught me.