Found(ish) Art & History? Yes, Please.

It was a day Brett got up early around 5. He worked till 8:30is when he spelled me momentarily so I could wrap my head around the day. Monday, yes. So Lo & I  hit up the Marina library story time and the playground. (You can read more about work schedules we’re experimenting with here.)

Post-nap we wanted to do something. We’d had anywhere from 4-9 people staying at the house with us the last few days which made for much fun but not much list checking off (not that we’re doing that, but youknowwhatimean).

Despite the map and the doc and the this and the that, we wanted to do something towards the Presidio without really knowing what that would be. And by we I mean Brett and by Brett I mean he has a tendency to trust the universe; I tend to see that as a long walk to someplace that doesn’t solve what we’re making for dinner. In a huff, I whined that the Presidio near us is businesses and homes and Yoda Fountains.

Unhuffed, I looked it up and saw a path called Lover’s Lane. Walkable to get there and the Googles told me it was less than a mile hike. AND IT WAS HISTORICAL!

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Sign. Me. Up.

The Presidio’s history is long and awesome and available here. Just know that Presidio means fortified military settlement and we’re talking many centuries and several countries. Read it, it’s worth it.

For an area full of footpaths, to earn the designation of one of the oldest means something to my old-stuff-seeking heart.

Lover’s Lane: think off-duty soldiers in the ’60s (HEY! I mean 1860s, duh) trying to find the straightest, fastest path to their sweet honeys.

Historically, the longer 3-mile path connected the Spanish garrison to the Mission Dolores but that is not where the sweet nectar of sweet honeys was. The religious and the randy would find their ways along this straight & narrow path. On it now, you cross the homes of the enlisted and the officers alike from the 30s, groves of eucalyptus and cyprus (I think). Sounds lovely!

It’s about a mile. It says it’s an easy walk. I do not know what grades mean so I totally misread this. Slope. y=mx+b? But even better, Lo couldn’t care less if a hill awaits. Girl loves to run.

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So, off we went.

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On our walk we crossed a very old bridge. This is not it. This is also not part of the hike as it stands today but I thought we all might need some non-totted pictures.

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Now, on to the tot! Lo contemplated the bigness of the trees.

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photo copy 3At various points along the route, awesome lean-tos were spottable. I had some Blair Witch-y flashbacks, because who doesn’t who was alive and sentient in 1999? Once I breathed my way through believing things were going to get super weird, we went to explore.

(I swear I read something about a tree house you added a stick to in SF but I’ll be damned if I can find it now).

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And WHAT DO YOU KNOW. We picked the random tree fort house/lean to/ghost pavilion with a dinosaur living in it.

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Weird or is it weird? It’s weird y’all. Trust me. Loie thought it was awesome and roared for a while.

The first tree fort house/lean to/ghost pavilion we bumped into? I wrote it off. Then up the 2340398% grade we went and, yup, more tree fort house/lean to/ghost pavilions.

I begged a moment to dive into the woods towards a batch of stick stacks. Brett scooped up the tot and I dove, flip flops be damned. And this was waiting for me (as well as two more tree fort house/lean to/ghost pavilions and scary sounding wind).

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Convinced I was in the equivalent of a crop circle, I snapped a bunch of pics and then walked out to the path. Four normal, not Scooby-scared people were walking past Brett & Lo so I pretended I hadn’t just found another alien landing strip.

It was only after we got home and I looked into it that I learned this line was Wood Line, a sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy made of eucalyptus. (Lo kept yelling that she saw pandas. Perhaps the art moved her imagination). Now, we’ll need to find Spire, too.

When we were in Iceland and seeking Richard Serra’s sculpture work Áfangar on Viðey, I knew what to seek and was still excited to see art in the wild. This was a total treat. Still, I feel like a right ass for A) not knowing about it and B) not seeing art when I’m climbing over it. But, you know, what can you do? Sometimes art is just in your way.

Our way out of the Presidio and back down to Cow’s Hollow was via Billionaire’s Steps. More like a billion steps. And Loie wanted to walk.

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Oh. My. Quads.

So my huffing at the beginning of the adventure was replaced by legitimate huffing at the end. A fair exchange, I’d say.

And, after Monday’s mention of mundane magic, I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise that stumbling (because, you know, quads) on this while walking home was just the way I needed to end the day. In our vows Brett & I promised to “seek out with joy all the magic around us.” Nice to see the universe playing along.

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