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Twin Peaks S.F

My first visit up the 925 foot mount in the middle of what is the city of San Francisco.  I happened to visit because I had a few hours to kill before going to attend a film festival in town. 

It was a beautiful fall day with warm temperatures that made the hike from the bus stop to the lookout (over a 100 feet vertically) quite strenuous but I was eager to get there to see what the view would be. 



Sutro Tower on the hill
Steps lead up to the look out from the bus stop

Sunset over the Pacific (looking west from the hill)
 
 
 But the views from the top were specatcular. It provides 360 degree view of the surrounds from certain vantage. To the west is the glowing Pacific with the sun still an hour away from setting. 

Market Street all the way down to Ferry Building (almost invisible looking NE)

Towards the north one can make out the metallic orange glow coming off the Golden Gate bridge over the strait as the Pacific waters rush in to form the large bay inside to the east. Further as you pan east you see Oakland harbor with the large container ships docked to unload their wares.

In the distance beyond Oakland stands the tallest peak called Mount Diablo in the bay area at just over 3,800 feet.  Turning your eye closer to land the slopes of Eureka valley lead the eye towards the end of Market Street which ends at the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero.
Looking East over the bay (descending the hill)

It was wonderful to watch the views for an hour or so and then begin the hike downhill all the way into the Castro to watch what was to be an interesting and refreshingly new film.

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