When we're too tired even to consider going for a long walk, and all we can think about is eating leftovers from the night before and watching the rest of Transamerica–but we haven't been outside all day, here's what we do: We slink up the hill half a block, turn left, and walk to the end of Anza. It's Sutro Park. Funny putting on a down jacket at the end of May, but that's what you have to do if you want to walk to the very top where the Sutro Mansion used to be. The wind never stops howling up there. This evening we had the place all to ourselves. And look–it's low tide, and the beach is practically deserted.
