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But they loved the chase, and if they spotted something extremely unusual like a rabbit, they would never forget and go to that same spot where they first saw it every day for years. Coming up onto the road and turning right, the left side was sheer mud cliff and shale on the west end, where the road was cut out of the hillside.
Around the bend heading east at Bocanna Street, houses started which were close up to the road that began a downward descent. Traffic began at Anderson Street a one-way north and up which was the commute east around the hill and south to Folsom Street down to the Mission and down-town. Ellsworth Street the next block down from Anderson was a one-way south and down hill was return traffic, and where the empty lots began again. We walked down to almost the loop around, where we would cross the street into the park proper. Then took a path around and up a steep hill heading west until it flattened out descending a little, skirting just below the center ridge top.
We walked this path flat then up to a rock out-crop close to the top of the hill, where was large flat faced antenna boxes of a telephone relay station facing in various directions, which was encircled by a fence at the top. Actually even with the trees it was pretty ugly, where in America necessity is the mother of all unsightliness.
Generally I would take a rest on a rock seat
at the rock out-crop facing the flat Mission
looking directly toward down-town, past which one might be able to see a touch of hilltop Angel Island on a clear day.
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