Ben A.
Yelp
I've spent a time or two in Alamo park over the years; whether it was an after-party from a visit to a popular joint on Divisadero, a walk-through on a miles-long hike (my last one was from the Financial District to the Golden Gate and back, via the Yoda statue... IYKYK), or just a mental health siesta coupled with a good plantar fasciitis stretch, Alamo Park and me are pals.
Most recently, I stopped in here after a nice meal and a delicious seltzer or two, and found a shady spot at the little picnic tables near the top of the park... by "shady," of course, I mean it was like, 11 P.M. at night, so no sun to speak of. But the lights of the City, the sodium halide lamp-glow partially illuminating the Painted Ladies in clear view, and the soft red glow of assorted things being burned by people sitting all around me was enough to see, feel, hear, and experience this place with good company, in that place between places. Heck, anyone who has sat here long enough can tell you, "When you're lost out there and you're all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home."
And there's something to the notion of just BEING in that place, recognizing that that's enough for the briefest of moments. No need to DO anything.
Isn't that what Alamo park is for? It's one of countless spots in the City to just experience SF from a different angle, a unique vantage point that will literally change in any number of ways the next time you are here... even if you sit in exactly the same physical place.
I can't know when I'll be back here, or really, if upon returning, if I'd ever actually REALLY be BACK. Just visiting, again, to see what's still there from the last time I left only footprints and took only memories. Ev'ry Where You Look.
I suppose there's only one way to find out, pal.