The west end of Golden Gate Park is where the city thins out into dunes and the whole thing was a dare against the wind. Five and a half kilometres, downhill and seaward, ending in cold air and a horizon — best in the afternoon so the light's behind you on the beach.
Start by climbing Strawberry Hill, the island in Stow Lake, past Huntington Falls to the top. Then west through the broad, empty middle of the park, where the bison have grazed their paddock since 1891 — a real herd, usually asleep. Past Spreckels Lake with its model yachts, and on to the two Dutch windmills at the corner, built to pump the water that made the park grow at all.
Cross the Great Highway to the seawall. On weekends the road's shut to cars and the asphalt is yours. Below is Ocean Beach: three miles of surf you absolutely do not swim in, only walk beside, leaning into the Pacific wind until it numbs your face. End near Fulton, where the 5 takes you back across the city.
