Fun at Fort Funston

As a native Minnesotan, I feel a little guilty about this post. It’s all about frolicking at the beach. In January. In 70 degree weather. All this while the Governor of Minnesota cancelled school across the state on Monday because the projected high stands at a whopping -13. The word high and the number -13 should never be in the same sentence. Ever. But I digress. This isn’t about cold in Minnesota. This is taking full advantage of the beautiful California weather. We have to get some benefit for the crazy cost of living.

So this is the benefit.

Picture Perfect Day at Fort Funston
Picture Perfect Day at Fort Funston

If you’re a dog or a dog lover, this is the perfect place to be. Fort Funston is right on the coast (obviously) bordering San Francisco and Daly City. Full disclosure. More days than not,  this place is completely socked in by fog and chilly. It doesn’t matter though because it is nature at its finest. It’s a bit of a hike to get down to the beach, but the walk is buffeted on one side by the ocean and beautiful native plants on the other. Best of all? Not only does this park allow dogs, it also allows kids, as long as you pick up their poop.

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We love coming out here, but we don’t do it nearly enough. It’s a place where we can all run free, especially the four-legged family member. Just as Buster has become more adventurous bounding up cliffs and sand dunes, so have the kids. I remember the first time we came out here with the kids and they tentatively and hesitantly made the climb up from the beach. There was a fair amount of whining, but not anymore.

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There’s just this. Smiles and giggles soaking up the sun, and chasing after their dog. OK, the youngest one still whined, but not about the hike. I think it had something to do with an older sister throwing a ball at her. Even though it was only a few hours ago, I honestly don’t remember because there have been countless sibling fights in the time we were at Fort Funston and now.

But I’m going to choose not to remember the squabbles. I’ll remember the sun, the surf, and dumping all the said sand from our shoes.

 

 

 

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