On the 33 bus from the Mission to the Haight, I looked to my right and saw a hill, somewhat craggy, with people and dogs on top. I thought, I don't know where that is; a rare experience for me after six years in the city. A quick map consultation suggested that this was Corona Heights. I couldn't remember having heard of Corona Heights. On a sunny day, I decided to walk there.
That's it, that hill far away.
I took that narrow stairway to get there, which made me feel clever and sneaky.
At the top of the hill, there's this: (forgive us if you can, this is San Francisco, now).
And then, of course, you turn
