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The Lands End Trail San Francisco follows an old railway bed for about 1.5 miles, from the Sutro Baths ruins to Eagles Point, along cliffs above the mouth of the Golden Gate. Three ships wrecked below it: the tanker Lyman Stewart in 1922, the Ohioan in 1936 and the Frank Buck in 1937. Engine parts still show at low tide.
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The Edge
Lands End is where San Francisco stops arguing with itself. West of the Sutro Baths ruins, the city simply ends, and the land drops about three hundred feet to a churning seam where the Pacific and the bay collide. The trail follows an old railway grade for about a mile and a half to Eagles Point, packed gravel laid down by men who once carried paying passengers out to a pleasure palace that has not existed for sixty years. From the path you look straight down the throat of the Golden Gate, the channel where the rivers meet and the current runs fast enough to swing a ship like a door. On a clear morning the Farallon Islands hang on the horizon twenty seven miles out, sharp as teeth. On a foggy one the bridge horn reaches you first, low and patient, and the world shrinks to the width of the path. Both versions are equally real. Count the ships waiting to enter the Golden Gate from the overlook.
A Railway That Was Already a Ghost
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The Slot That Swallows Ships
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The Ohioan, 1936
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The Lyman Stewart, 1922
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The Frank Buck, 1937
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Mile Rock and the Spur Down
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The Labyrinth Keeper
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A Thing That Comes and Goes
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The Sutro Baths That Started the Walk
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The Coast That Refuses to Settle
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The Walk Back
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