Getting there’s a snap. Take the four-mile bike ride across the bridge and up the switchbacked hillside. Here’s your route.
Lock up and go on foot through a concrete tunnel beneath the site (complete with a Lascaux-inspired cave painting).
Continue along a short trail, up a flight of wooden stairs, and you’ve arrived.
And seriously: the place is empty.
The countless bridge views along the way snag the crowds of would-be photogs before they make it up this high.
It’s just you, the wind and a concrete sense of the not-too-distant past. Watch the sky and keep an ear out for incoming bogeys.
All it costs is a little time.