“Tomorrow we hike down to The Nazi Camp!” I tell my friend who has just flown in from Vancouver.
It’s Fall and she’s got to get out of the rain. L.A. is where she chooses to be for a few days. It’ll keep her warm, dry and a little bit happier to be somewhere different.
She scrunches up her nose at me mentioning the “Nazi”part; a typical reaction expected any time after Hitler let loose on the world. Nevertheless, after way too much rain, she’s up for anything. Especially a hike. Also, I sense she may be a tad curious.
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Seriously! No more grumblings from you, San Franciscans, about us in the City of Angels. We know you think you have the best, the most and the biggest. We know your beloved Giants won the 2014 World Series.
But we got the steepest street. The steepest street in California, even.
So, suck it San Fran!
The street? It’s called Eldred Street in Highland Park. Wait, San Franciscans, you haven’t heard of Highland Park? Well, you don’t know everything, now, do you? And don’t argue with me that you have steeper. ‘Cause you don’t. This has exactly a 33.3% gradient. Your steepest streets? 22nd and Filbert. 31.5% gradient. We win!
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