Sutro Baths - San Francisco, CA
I’ve lived in San Francisco for a bit under a year now, but I still haven’t shaken the feeling of just having shown up in town, suitcase in hand. My time here has slowly dripped like coffee, although this town has taught me that coffee is more about the pour-over these days. Following an exhausting exit from LA, life seems to be taking a deep and well deserved breath. With this inhalation I’ve been absorbing as much as I can of my new locale, trying to get a handle on just where, exactly, I have ended up. There’s been a lot of exploring of spots both expected and obscure, with Cliff House and Sutro Baths being the former for long-time residents, but the latter for a newbie like me.
The San Francisco I’m most familiar with is a dense city, but to the west lies the more open San Francisco with a different character. The area is sort of the northwest most corner of SF, Ocean Beach being the finish line of Golden Gate Park’s west side.
Climbing up the hill to Cliff House, housing a few restaurants, excellent views, and one giant camera.
From above the former baths become visible, resembling some forgotten ruins, except the ruins were some fancy pools and they were around as late at the 1960s, lost to both fire and demolition.
A pooled gateway to the ocean, the rocky cliffs and bathhouse foundation combine into a precarious but beautiful beachside exploration area. Surfers litter the area, with the rocks certainly adding to both the thrill and the danger.
The contrast of the jagged rocks, the open sea, and fallen opulence. In some ways this aptly describes the San Francisco I’m getting to know, a city of undeniable beauty, but a city worried about what it might become.