John S.
Yelp
Thank you, adorable dog owners of an elderly and wary Dachshund, a five-year-old and obedient Shar Pei, and a seven-month-old and ebullient Golden Retriever.
Thank you, pink-wearing ladies of a Barbie- or otherwise-themed bachelorette or birthday party.
Thank you, San Diegans from as far away as Barrio Logan, Balboa Park, Otay Mesa and from as close by as Pacific Beach and La Jolla (which I didn't realize was so close).
All of you may have simply been enjoying a typical Saturday in the park, but you were also giving me laid-back inspiration for this review, officially No. 2,500.
People who know me know that I worry too much. Way too much. Like way way way too much. Even when I'm not actively worrying, I'm still on high alert, and after years of comparing my nervousness to other people's nervousness, I now know that even when I'm completely relaxed, my anxiety level is probably six times higher than most people's anxiety level is on a moderately stressful day.
I was feeling that here, in Kate Sessions Park, because was the park good enough, interesting enough, or flat enough for the people I had brought here to show it off to? I was worrying about these things, and then I saw these lovely ordinary people who were just enjoying their day in the park, and for a few minutes at least, I stopped worrying. I really mean that. That hum in my brain shut off, and it never shuts off, even when I'm asleep. (If I awaken suddenly, it's there.)
And maybe I still should have been worried, because these seemed like professional park-goers. They had their tables and cheeses and paper plates set up. They had brought more than enough for everyone, and because of the steepness of the side of the park we were on, no one was silly enough to have brought a soccer ball, although there were people tossing a football around. Had I planned as well as they had? Clearly not, but they were locals, and just based on how laid back everyone seemed even though more and more people kept arriving and traipsing past one another's setups, I knew that the vast majority of these people were serious about relaxing.
I rode the wave. I surfed the emotion. I sat on a bench and looked at the views of Mission Bay and its islands and Downtown San Diego beyond, and I thought, "Thank God whoever owned this land never sold it to developers." Because they would have developed the ever-loving heck out of this land, and the views from the resulting multi-million-dollar homes would be spectacular, but you would have to own or rent one of these homes to enjoy it. Instead, this hillside was spared, and all of us had that view to appreciate because of the farsightedness of some very altruistic people long ago.
The park is a gem, one of the finest in San Diego, and that's saying a lot, because my last milestone review was of a different public park in the city. The hill is pretty steep, but there are trees and benches along most of its length, and you can either drive in toward the crest of the hill or walk directly into the park from the bottom of the hill. There's also a flat side of the park just to the north of Park Drive as you enter in case you do want to play some soccer or host a kids' birthday party without worrying about one or more of your young guests rolling away and getting lostish. And if you want to get lostish for really-reals without being in too much danger, the park extends farther north as hiking trails meandering through unmaintained scrubland.
We came on a Saturday, and the parking area was packed, although the park itself could have held thousands more people (although they really wouldn't have had anyplace to park). I'm sure it's less crowded during the week. And you know how whenever the weather in San Francisco is anywhere near decent, people crowd Dolores Park and Alamo Square and Ocean Beach because who knows when it will be sunny again? Well, San Diego has perfect weather 360 days a year, and because perfect weather isn't a big deal, that means people don't crowd the parks all the time.
I know I live too far away for this to be feasible, but I want to have a birthday party here. Who wants to plan it? March isn't that far away. . . .