On my springtime trip to the West coast, not only did I get to visit with my daughter, son-in-law and grandson in Seattle, but I also flew down to San Francisco to see my oldest son, daughter-in-law, and youngest granddaughter. I had a total of a week for this trip, a Tuesday to Tuesday but due to less than ideal airline schedules, I only had about two and a half days in San Francisco with my son’s family. So we had to make the most of the time we had together.
Sunday turned out to be a real treat of a day. As we were finishing up dinner on Saturday night, we began to talk about how we wanted to plan our day on Sunday. My son mentioned he was planning on running in the morning and I mentioned that I wanted to get up and run in the morning too since I had not been able to run in Seattle due to the cold and hilly topography. So I suggested we run together.
The last time I could recall us getting to run together was on a trip to visit my sister in 1996. So it was a real pleasure for the two of us to get run together for the first time in over 20 years. His pace, with him being much younger than me, was faster so he slowed down so we could stay together for the 30-minute run. I progressively picked up my pace as we went, so as we approached the end of our 30-minute run, our pace was fairly matched. It was interesting to think that 20 years ago, our roles were reversed and I was probably the one slowing down for my son as I was in my prime running days then.
After we got cleaned up, we headed to the Academy of Science Museum where we all had a great time. My granddaughter especially enjoyed all the aquariums there and this swinging pendulum caught her interest as well.
After we got back home and my granddaughter went down for her nap, my son and I got to go to a local bar for a beer and some lunch, one of my favorite activities to get to do with my kids.
Then after her nap, we headed off to a park where it was swing, swing, and swing, just like my other granddaughter.
On Monday, my son had to work and so I rode in with him to his office.
After a quick intro to the project he was working on, he settled down for his workday and I went in search of breakfast.
I found the perfect combination, a Peet’s coffee (a Bay area institution my daughter introduced us to many years ago while at UC Berkeley) and a New York style bagel, the other city my son lived in after he got married. After that, I took my son’s advice and went to the Ferry Building, a sight I had never visited in all my multitude of trips to San Francisco. The first floor of this old building had a lot of unique shops in which to browse.
After that, I thought I might visit a museum. But as I made my way along the Embarcadero, I quickly realized that being a Monday, many were closed. I kept walking along the piers and came across the ferries that toured Alcatraz, another sight I had not visited yet.
However when I saw the price and figured it would take more time than I had, I decided I would be satisfied just viewing the scale model of the island and facilities.
As I made my around the model reading the information…
…I spied what must have been placed as a joke, a period-dressed prisoner almost half the height of the water tower.
No one else seemed to notice it but maybe when they got home and started looking at their photos, they might see something strange.
Leaving there, I made my way on around the many harbor piers, completely bypassing the touristy Pier 39 to arrive at my ultimate destination, the Maritime Museum, which was open on Monday and even better, free. Three items in particular caught my attention.
First was this portion of a ship rudder of the Niantic, from the 1840s. It was uncovered near the Transamerica building when some renovation work was being done. Turns out in the Gold Rush years, many ships sailed through the Golden Gate in search of riches but many anxious prospectors left quickly simply abandoning the ships. This one had been turned into a hotel but then burned and was simply buried under the city’s land progression into the harbor.
Second was what I at first thought was a Fresnel lens but turned out being a lens built by Henri LePaute and installed on Farallon Island in 1854.
I was automatically drawn to this having been fascinated by the first lighthouse I had seen at Point Reyes (north of San Francisco) a number of years ago and how the series of prisms could focus a single light source such that it could be seen over 25 miles away.
This fascination was stoked further by reading a book on the Fresnel lens that my son had given me for Christmas.
The third exhibit that caught my eye was only a map but it showed a portion of the original San Francisco shoreline in 1848 (blue line), how wharves had been built out into the water, and then ultimately filled in to form new land, the very land I had been walking on all day. Included on the map were the locations of each of the ships buried under the present day ground. And at the top of the map was pictured where the Niantic was discovered, right next to the Transamerica Building. What was most fascinating was just the day before my son had explained to me how after the wharves were built out into the bay, that water lots were sold for future land sites, land that didn’t exist at the time but came some time later. It gave a whole new flavor to the shrewdness of “land” speculators in a rapidly growing major city.
With this interesting exploration over, it was time for lunch, a favorite of mine: a Boudin’s sour dough bread bowl, clam chowder and an Anchor Steam beer.
What an exciting visit it was to San Francisco! One I know my wife will accompany me on the next time we travel to the West coast to visit kids, in-laws, and grandkids.