While back in California, I decided it was time to make a trip up to San Francisco to visit my cousin who I haven’t seen in over 3 years. As I have been to the Gay Bay more times than I can count and always find plenty of things to do in San Francisco, I wasn’t interested in sightseeing as much as I was spending time with her. Always wanting to at some point or another “feel” the city I’m in though,  I suggested one Sunday afternoon we go on a little Funday mission. The weather was pleasant and the sun was shining so what better time to go from where she lives in The Mission down to Baker Beach in Presidio to have a picnic. I had read there were excellent views of the Golden Gate Bridge from there and we had both never been so the unanimous decision was “let’s do it”.

 

Since it was going to be a Sunday Funday, we thought it smart to leave the car behind and attempt public transport. The buses in San Fran and the BART are much more efficient then what we have going on in Los Angeles, but it was still going to take us over an hour to get there. Not a problem. We had the time and a couple large cups full of “coffee” so were ready to go like Republica. Hopped on Muni 33 for $2 and off we went.

 

The journey was actually quite pleasant since we had managed to grab some seats as soon as we got on. We watched out our window as the bus winded its way through The Mission, The Castro, Haight-Ashbury, The Panhandle, Richmond, and Presidio.

We also had fun watching inside the window as the many colorful residents and visitors of SF filtered in and out along the way. If it’s possible to get high from potent grass fumes radiating from peoples’ pockets, then that happened to me somewhere in between Dolores Park and Haight-Ashbury.

Also, this guy’s style was pretty rad. Rat tails are totally making a comeback.

It was actually later than we thought by the time we got to the end of our route (for the record that was Muni 33 from 16th & Potrero, then transfer to the 1 towards Baker Beach). Wanting to get as much sun in as possible before dusk hit, we rushed down the hill only to be met by tons of families with BBQs and picnics. There were a couple parties I wouldn’t have minded joining but thought it would be more romantic to enjoy our snacks and beverages with a nicer view of the bridge so we walked on. Finally posted up on a comfortable set of stairs and just stared. OH HEY, SAN FRANCISCO.

We saw a bunch of people walking over on the rocks even closer to Big Red (or Big Orange, some might say), so once we finished our cozy cousin picnic we walked over to join the fun.

Now here is where the post is going to get weird. We soon discovered that “fun” on Baker Beach also meant “nude”. We also discovered that walking out on the rocks won’t get you too far, but if you want better views of the bridge AND MORE, that is where you need to go.

WARNING: the follow photos contain some nudity

WHOOPS!!  Someone didn’t do their research too thoroughly. Turns out Baker Beach is one of the most popular nudist beaches in San Francisco and unbeknownst to us, we had walked straight into the eye of a Salami Storm.

Normally I have no problem bearing witness to nudity and I’m sure that our plans would not  have been any different had we known; I just really wish I had time beforehand to prepare my eyes  for what they saw that day.

Trust me, if these images are at all disturbing to you, you would not have fared well seeing this in real life. A couple shadows and some strategically placed items are the only thing keeping this post from an X-rating. And if you think it was at all inappropriate of me to snap these shots, think again. These gentleman were sprawled out directly in front of the path everyone must take to get up on the rocks. They knew exactly what they were doing – and they liked it.

So what was learned by the end of the day is that Baker Beach does indeed provide one of the best vantage points of the Golden Gate Bridge in the city; it’s just probably not a good spot to visit for the prude or faint of heart. OR WITH CHILDREN. Definitely adding this experience to my list of “Reasons why I love San Francisco” and of course “Reasons why I love traveling”…

Unknown paths are always full of surprises – both BIG and small.