An escape to the middle of nowhere always sounds great. Until, that is, you get there and suddenly realize: there's nothing to do.
We get it: planning a getaway is tough. Vacations get jam-packed with must-see cities and must-do check lists, and every-day life gets so busy it can be hard to remember to slow down for a few days. But sometimes we all need a little time to surround ourselves with trees instead of skyscrapers, to seclude ourselves and recharge.
Living in San Francisco, we hear it all the time: good-natured ribbing about the nearly 50 hills this city's built on; griping about the hamstrings of steel one has to develop to get around SF on foot; literal huffing and puffing at the top of Lombard or Fillmore Street. As much as the hills are an iconic part of our fair city, after a while, it can be tempting to swear off any walking route that takes you up an incline.
Standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, it seems silly to point out how windy it is. But the wind is all I can think about. It's chilling my hands and beating on the hood of my fleece jacket, all while making me look a bit like a dog with its head out the car window.
When you think of urban animals, what comes to mind? Pigeons on the sidewalks? Creepy crawlies in the subways?
It's easy to get lost sometimes in San Francisco's urban center: between all the skyscrapers, the traffic, the cultural offerings, and the endless options for nightlife, we can all get caught up in the hustle and bustle of city life.