John S.
Yelp
Fourteen years later, and I do come here more often than that younger, svelter, more passionate John S. did.
It's a gorgeous place to spend time, even if the regular kayakers and crew rowers are insane (more on that later).
I like to come in different seasons and see how it looks. San Francisco feels like it has a monoseason, but the plants definitely grow much faster in the spring, as you'll see when you notice that sculls and other boats stored on the shore near the parking lots are overgrown and hidden by weeds in just a few short weeks.
I want to walk on the balcony of the Lake Merced Boathouse, but it's always closed. The bathrooms are open rather late, however, and although they're not the cleanest, it's always nice to have someone to pee (legally) in a bind.
The picnic area is lovely, although watch your step if you're sitting at some of the tables, as moss and standing water seem to love that area.
The most recent time I came here just to look at the lake and ponder, I made sure to park my car one spot away from the boathouse, near where all these containers and Dumpsters and other stuff is blocking parking spaces. There's plenty of room throughout the lot, so I parked here strategically because I figured people would take the hint and park out in the open rather than next to me and my crammed-in car.
Well, what do you know? Someone parked in the single spot to my right, got out of his car, and starting putting on his wetsuit-rowing gear right next to my car. I laughed it off and tried not to pay attention to the nakedness, when some other lady parked on the other side of me, got out of her car, and started rummaging through her trunk for her gear. She also started talking very loudly to the guy who had just suited up, and both of them were leaning on the back of my car WHILE I WAS STILL SITTING IN IT. Mind you, these are the only three parking spaces here; there are dozens and dozens in much more open areas of the parking lot, but these two weirdos decided to park on either side of me like I wasn't even there.
I got out of my car and asked them politely to stop leaning on my car. They both immediately stopped leaning, but the guy looked askance at me, and I really didn't want to start anything, so I got back in my car, started the engine, had to honk to get them to stop standing behind my car, and parked along the fence by the golf course. Sure, my car was more likely to get hit by an errant golf ball, but I would have preferred that to the inane rudeness that was happening where I had originally parked.