In continuing with our mini California adventures, we chose to see what all the hype was about with Twin Peaks. Sadly, I have yet (yep, still) to figure out how to use Muni, which is the transportation system that mainly consists of buses and trolley cars from the 1930s… It’s not the most efficient thing to grace mankind, and I’m also just a bit lazy when it comes to figuring out public transportation, so that’s why I’ve never been to Twin Peaks before. It’s quite far from downtown.
Neither peaks are too peak-y. It’s an extremely brief climb up to the top, where you are graced with a serene panoramic view of a chaotic monstrosity. While googling “places to park at Twin Peaks,” I did find a fun fact, courtesy of San Francisco Recreation and Park: Spanish settlers called Twin Peaks “Los Pechos de la Choca.” Google the translation. Twin Peaks is second in height only to Mount Davidson, which measures 938 feet to the Peaks’ 922 feet. All of the bay is visible from the Peaks, and Mount Diablo towers in the distance.
As we observed the metropolis below, it sprawled out majestically before us, the Golden Gate sheathed in mist. Downtown SF seemed a doll’s world, in its proper place; the towering giants reduced to matchsticks, nothing from above.
Like slugs, the cargo ships chugged in the bay, and neatly, gridded, the city sits, waiting. Serenity is made of the chaos of the city, simply by observing it, instead of being in the throws of it.
As the monster is brought to its knees, you too, from your vantage point, forget your own smallness. Now you are the master of the city that lays at your feet. But you, like it, are destined to the same—to be blown away, into the sea
This is why I love cities. Not for being in the midst the unforgiving, threatening cityscape, but for the ability to observe the behemoth from a peaceful perch. It’s an idyllic scene, removed from the actual dirt, noise, and general unpleasantness that a city brings. It makes sense now, why people kept country homes. The city is overwhelming.
Ironically, as I made note of all of this, a garbage truck pulled up behind us, and the scent of rubbish wafted over our noses…
When you look at a city’s skyline, it’s akin to being awakened and seeing the glimmer of hope, adventure, and possibility. It’s romantic and dreamy, the compact arrangement, the geography laying before you. You feel on top of the world.
501 Twin Peaks Boulevard
San Francisco, 94114
Parking at the top