I stole the term “urban hiking” from a friend in NYC. But here in San Francisco, going for a city walk is surprisingly close to the real thing. It’s such a beautiful city, with hidden walkways hedged with gorgeous flowers, sea lions lazing in the sun. And practically vertical uphill climbs that will keep those legs in shape!
I used to be so much better at making time to be a tourist in my own town. To be more observant, appreciative of small details that make life beautiful, fleeting moments that make strangers more human.
But since moving to SF, work has spun my world into a blur of stress and largely constrained my range of motion to the two-mile stretch between work and home. The worst part is, stress tends to compound itself by making me feel too busy or crazed to make time for the things that keep me sane.
This weekend, I successfully forced myself out the door for a 2.5-hour walk around “my” city, one that I have called home for nearly two years yet still know far too little about. No map, no agenda. My meanderings led me to so many beautiful places, hidden in plain sight.
Resolved: I need to do this more. (And with a real camera next time!)