So explained David Schooley of Mountain Watch who has been fighting to keep the mountain open and as much in its native state as possible for 42 years. Schooley (the gent who looks like Father Time) spoke an event at based on the anthology Ten Years That Shook the City: San Francisco 1968-1978. I've barely glanced at this book yet; I suspect it may inspire quite a few posts.
But back to the Mountain, a place I usually frequent weekly, running over the peak and sometimes much further. According to Schooley's essay:
The only people who lived hard by this stinking mound were Blacks clustered in Hunters Point. In the '60s, the conservationist movement to "Save the Bay" cleaned up the shoreline, but by then a constituency had come into being to fight to save the Mountain from developers. Ever since, community groups and developers have duked it out, winning much of the area for parkland, but also losing habitat to encroaching development.
This Mountain Watch aerial photo shows how much of an island the peak and ridge remain. That's the Bayshore (101) Freeway in the right foreground, the town of Brisbane nestled on the adjacent slopes and San Francisco spreading out at the top of the picture. You can just make out the "South San Francisco The Industrial City" sign at the left bottom of this aerial shot. I run in the (seasonally) green upper left west quadrant of the park, though once in a while I'll come down the ridge toward the bay.
Schooley, who has spent a lifetime saving the Mountain, writes of its healing mysteries.
I like that thought. Usually the Mountain is a hard place, but not always. Occasionally it is lush. Here's a picture I snapped just days ago on a little used trail.
I am grateful for the many who have worked to save the Mountain.
I don't want to just gripe here all the time. I do after all, quite frequently, encounter things and people that delight me. Hence this feature: occasional posts labeled "rays of effing sunshine."