Hey, have you ever been to the Sutro estate and baths? They’re way over near you, on the water. That’s where we were the other day. It’s absolutely amazing — the stone staircases and the pathways in the park (where the estate used to be), and the view out over the ocean and the lower part of the city… It’s like something out of a dream. Or Myst.
There’s this high platform where a couple of buildings used to stand; there are a couple of winding paths up to it — and there’s this one very narrow, steep stone staircase cut into the hillside, leading down and away. That staircase is perhaps my favorite thing on Earth.
The ruins of the baths are fascinating as well — really, the ruination of all of this is part of the appeal; imagining the way things once were, and trying to decipher why things are as they are now. There’s a neat, really long cave that ends in some slippery and dangerous rocks; seems like a great place for a murder.
Actually, there’s kind of an Edward Gorey overtone to the whole place. It feels timeless and mysterious, and there’s weirdly little graffiti or vandalism or trash. Only a few scraps here and there. Maybe it’s well-policed. I guess it would have to be.
I kept thinking how interesting it would be to grow up in a place like this where, after school or on a weekend, a kid could pay whatever a youth fare is on the MUNI — seventy-five cents, maybe — and ride out to a place like this, and just sit, and read or draw or explore or think. It’s like a whole other world — and it makes me wonder what else I’ve been missing around here.