It didn’t hit me until I reached the top of the bluff — no buzzing, no pings, no banners flashing across my screen. Just the wind in the trees, the hum of the ocean below, and a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in months. That’s the moment I realized the Presidio isn’t just a…

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When I first stayed at the Lodge at the Presidio, I didn’t realize I was sleeping in the middle of a hiker’s dream. Most people think of San Francisco as steep streets, cable cars, and city buzz — but step outside the lodge, and you’re surrounded by trails that feel like they belong in a…

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When I first stayed at the Lodge at the Presidio, I arrived with a suitcase full of to-do lists, deadlines, and that tight-chested city buzz we don’t even realize we’re carrying. I thought I’d spend the weekend squeezing in as many landmarks as possible — Golden Gate, Fisherman’s Wharf, you know the list. But that…

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