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Two Hills, One Old Name
The two summits here rise about 925 feet above the bay, which makes them the second and third highest natural points in San Francisco. Only Mount Davidson, 3 feet taller, beats them. On a clear day you can see the whole city laid out below, the Golden Gate to the northwest, the Bay Bridge east, Alcatraz sitting in the middle of the water, and the Pacific behind you. The Spanish who mapped this coast called them Los Pechos de la Chola — the Breasts of the Indian Maiden. The name held until the Americans renamed them in the 1800s, it is still on the old maps, and the tour guides tend to hurry past the translation.
The Fog Line
Stand here and you are standing on the city's weather boundary. The summer fog comes in off the Pacific and hits these slopes, and the peaks split it. West of here, Sunset and the Richmond districts sit under gray and wind for weeks in July and August. East of here, the Mission gets sun. The temperature difference across two miles of city can be ten degrees or more. That is why San Franciscans talk about microclimates and why the answer to what should I wear is always: a layer more than you think. Which also means this view is a lottery. Morning is usually clearer than afternoon in summer. And the fog often clears in September and October, the city's real warm season.
The Three Legged Thing
You cannot look at this view without seeing the enormous red and white antenna on the ridge next door. That is Sutro Tower, finished on the fourth of July, 1973, and 977 feet tall. People hated it. Herb Caen wrote that he kept waiting for it to stalk down the hill and attack the Golden Gate Bridge. It was built because the hills of San Francisco block television signals, and it fixed that. Because it stands on high ground, the top of Sutro Tower is the highest point in the city by a long way, far above where you are standing and far above the skyscrapers downtown. One practical note: the parking area and Christmas Tree Point look northeast at downtown. If you want the classic photograph, that is the spot. If you want quiet, walk up the trail to either summit; the crowd stays at the railing by the car park.
