Losing and Glen Park
I visited Glen Park Canyon park yesterday. I was at my basketball game at the center there a half-hour early, due to the inexplicable fact that driving from North Beach to Glen Park never takes the same amount of time. The upside is that this is a new park to me, and here in San Francisco no less! I felt like I was in Rancho San Antonio, my favorite open space (so far). It was on the brink of dusk, and either it was the leaves on the ground, or the canyon walls, but the sounds from the city are muted on the whole, so all you hear are the footfalls of other hikers, dogs, or wildlife. The October briskness must be back in the air after our warm Fleet Week. We lost, 74 to 6.
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There are numerous owls in Glen Canyon, too, and if you are there at dusk you can often hear them hooting. I love that park - a crevice of wilderness right here in the city!
Hey, thanks for the tip! I grew up around Rancho San Antonio and remember when so few people hiked there, people actually would say to hello to one another. Ah, the days before the Internet and mobile phones, etc.
I think it’s time to wave hello to some owls.