Buena Vista Park

Buena Vista Park is a park in the Haight-Ashbury and Buena Vista Heights neighborhoods of San Francisco, California, United States. It is the oldest official park in San Francisco, established in 1867 as Hill Park and renamed Buena Vista in 1894. It is bounded by Haight Street to the north, and by Buena Vista Avenue West and Buena Vista Avenue East. The park is on a steep hill that peaks at 575 feet (175 m), and covers 37 acres (150,000 m²). The lowest section is the north end along Haight.

Muni bus lines 6, 7, 43, 71, and 71L pass Buena Vista park on its north end along Haight St. The 37 line passes along the south end of the park. The 24 and 33 come within three blocks. The N Judah runs through the Sunset Tunnel, which is directly below the park.

Read more about Buena Vista Park:  Layout, Other Points of Interest

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    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    I am less affected by their heroism who stood up for half an hour in the front line at Buena Vista, than by the steady and cheerful valor of the men who inhabit the snow-plow for their winter quarters; who have not merely the three-o’-clock-in-the-morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest, but whose courage does not go to rest so early, who go to sleep only when the storm sleeps or the sinews of their iron steed are frozen.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

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    —D.H. (David Herbert)

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    Sir John Betjeman (1906–1984)