From wherever you are head north, east, south, west or some combination of those directions up to Tank Hill just before the sun sets. Stay for a while and take in the incredible views of the San Francisco, Golden Gate Park, and everything in between as the glow of the sun sinks into shades of pink on it’s way down. Be prepared to be blown away. Literally. It’s really windy up there.
Hop in a car with your mom and head north over the Golden Gate Bridge to Calistoga, where hot springs and mud baths are a plenty. Book an early morning massage at Indian Springs and enjoy an entire day of nothingness, lounging by the enormous geyser-fed, hot-hot-hot mineral pool. In the likely event you lose your ability to move your body due to extreme relaxation, I suggest you avoid the deep end.
Navigate your way across the Golden Gate Bridge, through some roads and over to Tiburon. Stroll about the town, have a beer and take a rest on the grass by the edge of the water. Set up camp and work on perfecting your handstands for several hours. Broken limbs, backs and egos are highly likely.
Take a ride to your nearest beach on a less desirable day – the foggier, the moodier, the overcastier the better. Enjoy exploring the eerie atmosphere, get lost in your solitude and consider the stark contrast of the beach on a sunny day. If I were you, I would avoid swimming, drowning and falling off cliffs. No one will find you.
Grab a group of good pals and head north over the Golden Gate Bridge to the top of Mount Tam. Follow the narrow, curvy roads up and up through the hills and trees. Pick one of the many scenic places to stop and hike on up just before sunset. May I suggest a nice bottle of wine to sip as the sun sets. Be sure to drink in moderation unless you actually want the hike down to get ugly.
Journey down to pier 45 on the Embarcadero for an epic adventure into the often wonderful and sometimes creepy museum of antique penny arcade games. Be sure to take plenty of quarters with you to witness the century old “games” including the bizarre opium-den, a graphic french execution and an uncomfortable jolly jack laughing machine. If you’re prone to nightmares and hate fun, I suppose this isn’t the place for you.
If you’re lucky enough to have access to your roof, take a moment to go up there at midnight and observe the environment around you. For an extra special treat, wait to do this during a full moon and bring some music with you. Two things to note: if you fall, it’s not my fault. If someone thinks you’re a robber, jump.