Saturday. This was the midway point through the trip. Everything after today would be on the return leg.
Jenni was done with her official duties, and all went smoothly, so now we’d head out on the town as a family and see everything that we could in that day.
The first order of business was to finish our westward march to the ocean. You see, the kids have never been to an ocean. and Jenni and I hadn’t been to the Pacific.
Let me interject one thing: remember how I’d said that Friday was beautiful? Today was anything but. Cold, very windy, foggy, possibly cloudy–but who the hell really knows?–and just cold, cold, cold. Eventually, it only got up to about 60 degrees.
Fortunately, that didn’t dampen anyone’s spirits about seeing the ocean:
Yes, that would be my kids chasing the gulls at the beach. Because it’s how we roll.
We took the bus from Market street out to the beach, and caught the bus for the return trip. On the way, we passed through Haight-Ashbury, which I must say, has become a quasi-upscale collection of hippie boutiques, clothing stores and head shops. I think Janis Joplin would be rolling over in her grave these days.
But at least I can say I’ve seen it.
The kids and I, now being seasoned professionals, took Jenni on her first cable car ride. Patrick really loved hanging on the outside of the car as much as he could:
We rode to Fisherman’s Wharf, checked out Ghiradelli Square, took in the view of the bay from there and had the seafood dinner I’d decided we needed to have since we were in an oceanfront city. The cups of clam chowder were very much appreciated in the cold.
Then we headed back toward Market street–cold, tired, but glad for the day of being tourists.
We needed to get back to the hotel to pack and get ready to leave.
Tomorrow: a trolley, Alcatraz, farewell San Francisco, the PCH, and Bakersfield.
See you tomorrow.