Continuing on my running-fools theme: an article in the SF Chron on how and why to walk San Francisco’s perimeter. All 30 miles of it:

I’ve passed Hunters Point Naval Shipyard, which I had never seen. Islais Creek, which I didn’t know existed. Bethlehem Shipyards, where my father worked during World War II. Telegraph Hill and Coit Tower, which somehow I had never been to the top of until recently. Fisherman’s Wharf, where Dad used to drag the family every Friday night for dinner. Baker Beach and China Beach, where my sisters sunbathed on weekends. Lincoln Park, where acres of white dandelions made it difficult to find Dad’s golf balls. Ocean Beach, where my mother would roll up her pant legs and wade in the surf. Fort Funston, which I had never explored.

The piece describes who has authority over which portions of the city’s edge – from the National Park Service to the port authority and city. It would be an interesting – and lengthy – trek. Of particular note – the areas too toxic to walk, in one of the country’s most eco-conscious cities.