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Ski Down the 14-L in Bernalwood

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If San Francisco had snow, Bernal Heights would be the perfect ski resort. And its best black diamond ski run? It’s called the 14-Limited, of course.

Todd Lappin at the terrific Bernalwood dreamed up this winter wonderland and named a run after the 14-L:

14 Limited is the mountain’s longest and most challenging run. A steep plunge down Bernal’s northwest face, the ride is as intense as the MUNI bus line from which it takes its name. The line down 14L takes you off the nose at the top of the hill, shooting you through the tree glade below the former roadbed and all the way down to the base of the Stoneman Chair.

Cruise over to Bernalwood to see what the best ski resort in San Francisco looks like, including a view from the top of the 14-Limited. Who knows, it could get cold enough this weekend. I’m ready to wear my best apre-ski outfit to Emmy’s Spaghetti Shack.

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One Big Pride Party on Muni

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Lesbians on the Subway
Photo by Flickr user SFBart

I never thought I’d say that I love riding Muni during Pride weekend, but I kind of do! OK, not really, but there was some silver lining Sunday in the form of random merriment on the bus.

My Sunday afternoon started with a total Muni fail — waiting for the 47 for half an hour and inching along Van Ness at the speed of walking. But most people seemed to be in a pretty good mood. When I finally got off of the 47 and hopped on the 14L, a girl with a little cross tattooed below her eye ran for the bus and sat next to me, catching her breath. She complimented me on my dress and then started fishing around in her purse. “You want one of these?”

It was this free “Pride Parade Survival Pack” that had little packs of antiacid, Advil, mints, a moist towelette, and sone Band-Aids in it. Totally sweet.

Later in the afternoon, I hopped on a crowded 38-Geary. Two young guys jumped on the bus, one wearing a name tag that said, “Bottom,” and the other guy wearing a button that says…yeah, obviously. I took out my Blackberry to check the time (neurotic habit), and Bottom excitedly says, “Hey, can I scan your barcode? Do you BBM?” I had no idea what he was talking about. “Blackberry Messenger, duh!” The two passengers next to me spent the next five minutes talking about Blackberry Messenger and whether it can scan a barcode tattoo.

If only every day could be this convivial — without the slow-as-molasses traffic.

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