In a slow and steady manner, Jay and I are trying to make it to all of San Francisco's famed tourist attractions. This, of course, will take a long time seeing how there's about 50 million of them buuuttttt the long-term goal is fun in itself. For instance, we are waiting for a cold and blustery day to do Alcatraz (seems approps) and we'll stand in line to ride on the trolley when the people are at low tide (because that is where all the tourists congregate, all the livelong day). We'll get to 'em all eventually. But I was happy to cross one off our list this last Saturday by scaling Lombard Street aka "the most crooked street in the world".
Ideally, I would imagine most people anticipate visiting the street in their car and winding down it. But on the weekends, we are but simple walking folk and really only take our car to get OUT of town, not through town. So we decided to leash up Chandler and have a family date by walking the 2.4 miles there (and back!) and using the many steep hills in the process as a Saturday workout.
^This is my new favorite picture.
^Starting the descent down Lombard Street and looking at the hilly masterpiece that is San Francisco.
Chandler's hilarious, exhausted face was the end result of the hills bathed in sunlight. In fact, outside of the time when Jay and I were smiling for the camera, I'm sure we likely looked just like that - tongues out and all. Elevation + heat, oh my!
^Started from the top and now we here (here being the bottom)
^Look at that famous crooked street behind us (though I think it could also be called the "World's Most Inefficient Street", amirite?)
It was actually really funny walking down the street adjacent to the cars who make their descent as slow as possible after waiting in a huge line for quite a chunk of time in order to use the road. Every single vehicle had every single window open and all we could see were lone hands jutting out from it with iPhones shooting videos and pictures of the whole experience. Everyone inside the cars was filled with elated joy. And while I watched all of that play out at the same time that I basked in our weekend date of a long walk together to see something cool, I realized that it often is the journey and not the destination that resonates. Aaaaawwwww, how horribly cheesy and cliché.
But I stand by that thought. And on that note, I'm out. :)