A San Francisco Treat…………..#191 (80’s)

Fisherman’s Wharf

The second morning in Foster City finding the Cavalier descending down the El Camino Real,  a recrudescence to San Francisco, another adventurous day for the Willson family and Gary’s rumination with the north bay.   Fisherman’s Wharf still a maritime vista presence and the  past,  a historic chronicle of San Francisco nugatory endeavor.   Arriving at Pier 39, the Cavalier finding a statutory residence on Beach Street,  an abbreviated distance to the beckoning fanfare of the many enunciated proclamations.  Gary having traverse this wonderland many times before guiding them Jefferson St, before them moored in the water beside the Maritime Museum, the majestic Balclutha,  its presence beckoning  an open invitation to explore,  the square-rigged whaler built in 1886,  its presence still communicating a residence of a bye gone era.  An essence of  consciousness still remaining of the audacious able-bodied sailors,  the generation who encountered the sailing vestige of the sea.   Continuing on a tour of the lumber bearing schooner C A Thayer another wind-driven vessel of sea-going worthiness and before them at rest,  a familiar sight at berth,  the Eureka, a member of the  Richmond – San Rafael Ferry fleet, an anamnesis from the past,  the boat having spent decades traversing  the bay,  its labor  providing an automotive avenue to Marin County, its tenants bypassing the two San Francisco iconic bridges.  Gary’s remembrance of the automotive transport on San Francisco Bay  the ocean breeze buffeting him on deck of gallant carrier,  the Eureka’s presence a reminder of the  nostalgic memory of his youthful quintessence.

The Thayer

The Thayer

The Balclutha in the background

Aboard the square-rigged Balclutha

The decommissioned submarine Pampanito was solace in the water,  a veteran of the Second World War,  a monument to those submariner”s having giving their all during  battle in the Pacific.   Gary perceiving a tempestuous atmosphere  when boarding the battle tested submersible,  a consciousness of immortality reigning from its past duty-bound participation.   Descending into the bowels of the vessel, the family experiencing the circumscribed quarters the crew endured,  the captured ambience of the surroundings,  giving all who boarded a new perspective of the endurance of a submariner and their dedication.

The submarine Pampanito

Aboard the Pampanito

The Blue and Gold bay cruise casting its mooring at pier 41,  boarding for a journey beneath the Golden Gate Bridge,  the family experiencing the wind cascading thru the entrance aperture  to San Francisco bay,  its breath-taking coercion giving connotation to all who have passed thru these portal to the affable world beyond.   Gary again sensing the aurora,  the bouquet of the bay,  the tidal breath aspiring thru the Golden Gate,  the dampening wind engulfing him and his son Robert, the two being the only ones willing to stand at the bow.  Once again engendering a faction of his youth,  an anamnesis of a buoyant memory and able to experience his children’s recognition of its acclamation.   The isle of Alcatraz drawing near, La Islade las Alcatraces , (the island  of the pelican),  as it was named in 1775 by spanish explorer Juan Manuel de Ayala, the 22 acre isle a  survivor  from the past epoch of history.  Acquiring it’s notoriety in 1934 under the jurisdiction of the Federal Bureau of Prisons standing proud as a symbol of discipline to those who disregarded the decretum of the juridical prudence, closing its doors in 1963.  A 19 months of occupation by a fractal group claiming to be native americans in 1969 causing major damage to the landmark before being removed in 1971.  In 1972 the Golden Gate National Recreational Area acquiring the island and opening it to the public.

Alcatraz - once home to 1500 inmates

Alcatraz – once home to 1500 inmates

Alcatraz occupation

Alcatraz occupation

Gary found the skyline of the city by the bay as observed from the aquatic vessel, a panorama vestige of  prominence and heritage.  Tony Bennett having painted a melodious picture with his iconic song,  I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to me.  To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars,  the morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care.   The family stood as the Blue and Gold appliance  edged itself within the brine covered pilings that rose like  benevolent corral,  the crew brandishing the securing rigging,  a gangway in place,  the peregrinations fulfilled.

A Pretty Picture

An addition to Panoramic San Francisco

The family deciding on  luncheon meal at Alioto’s, Gary in years past  having been introduced to  an aquatic delicacy native to California,  the Sand Dab,  a seasonal delight in the spring and summer months. Upon satisfying their appetite,  the San Francisco quest traversing onto the pedestrian filled Jefferson Street that played host to all the enterprising business and street entertainers.  Gary having lost his status as a visitors years ago,  introduced his family to  the renown Ripley Believe or Not Wax Museum,  a tour acquainting them with the life-size wax replicas of individuals of historical prominence.  Continuing, approaching Hyde Street,  the clanging of a bell drawing their attention,  it was the Beach and Hyde Street Turn Around for the applauded cable car.   Securing their tickets finding a position in the very front,  Robert standing on the running board,  leaning out, a glee expounding from him as the trolley proceeded up the steep incline,  then descending to the Powell and Market Street Turn About and a return excursion to the Beach and Hyde Street debarkation.

A Hill Climber

Busy China Town

Busy China Town

Jan going strong in China Town

Jan going strong in Chinatown

A final objective, Chinatown, before the resolute return drive  to Foster City.  During his youthful years Gary having ventured thru almost all areas of San Francisco, but never having a purpose to realize an in-depth exploration of the realm known as Chinatown.   Grant and Stockton Street extending eight blocks was the designated tourist path to explore oriental expenditures, open outside markets with varieties of fish and meats stayed on ice, vegetables, fruits and endless shops of clothing, knickknacks and trinkets, the sidewalk filled with a multitude of visitors, an everyday occurrence.  Jan enjoying the emporium and boutiques, Gary, Robert and Sandi noting fatigue ready to frequent the Cavalier and depart for Foster City, their expectations fulfilled.

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