The California coast has long exerted a powerful pull for visitors in the summertime: When the weather heats up, locals and travelers alike start to dream of mornings riding Pacific waves, afternoons of lazy beachcombing, and evenings cooled by ocean breezes.
It's summertime, and San Francisco's in bloom. Sure, it may not seem like it as you wander in the shadow of skyscrapers or window shop on Fillmore Street, but this is a city where trees tower and blossoms beckon. Don't believe us? Then it's time to get yourself over to Golden Gate Park, a thousand-acre oasis of greenery near the city's northernmost point.
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.
When you think of urban animals, what comes to mind? Pigeons on the sidewalks? Creepy crawlies in the subways?
What do you call a man who's one part engineering genius, one part shrewd businessman, one part political influencer, and all public advocate? In San Francisco, we just call him Adolph Sutro, and he's the subject of the second post in our Stranger than Fiction series.