The LIst: The Things About San Francisco no. 2

Hills.

I am thinking of this one because yesterday I had to get out to a house party to send off our Australian friend, and it involved a fair amount of walking, because I convinced myself it would be faster than taking the bus for the second leg of the trip.

So there I was, walking. And walking. And I came to a hill, and started to go up it, and I realized it was gonna take a while going up the hill. Just at this moment I passed...a staircase. A staircase which promised to take me directly from where I was to where I wanted to go without all of this tedious switchback action.

Accordingly, I started to go up it. And up, and up, and up it.

And up.

And up.

And up.

And then I got to the place I'd been looking toward as my milestone and discovered I was only about half-way to the top.

So.

Up I went.

355 stairs later (I didn't count myself, but I was told that's the number) I was at my destination, rubber-legged and sweaty. But! It was faster than going 'round! So I had that going for me at least.

Going down that staircase when I left was pure pleasure.