The Willson’s having arrived from Phoenix and from the Oakland Airport Gary could ascertain the past, viewing the Gallagher and Burk quarry, its mountain indention still a prominent landmark on the East Oakland hills. The scene of his youthful adventures, Devil’s Punchbowl, the Sulphur Mines, a remembrance of an audacious childhood firmly embedded. Gary’s eldest son Scott having awaited their flights arrival at the airport to Shepherd the family to his Aunt Katherine and Uncle Don DaValle’s condominium in Foster City. The DaValle’s having departed on a pre-scheduled vacation to Oregon, Gary told to make themselves at home. Having acquired a prearranged rental car from Alamo Car Rental, the Willson taking possession of a new Chevrolet Cavalier it’s odometer registering 16 miles.
Following his son down Interstate 880, the old Nimitz Freeway, to the San Mateo Bridge, crossing San Francisco Bay to Foster City. The city founded in the 1960’s on engineered landfill of the bay marshes on the east edge of San Mateo, the city named after T. Jack Foster, the real estate magnate who owned much of the land comprising the city. Gary son Scott having left Oklahoma City taking up residence at first in Santa Cruz but now installing prefab office systems for a company in San Francisco and working for Don and Katherine at Foster City between office set-ups, delineating computer software programs, the DaValle’s having initiated a sideline software business.
The agenda was in place, the morning finding the Willson’s leaving the condominium, Gary propelling the Cavalier to San Francisco, the first of a two-day adventure in the city by the bay. The inaugural stop being the ocean side Sunset District, the family disembarking off the Great Highway that ran parallel to the sandy beach hosting the breaking waves of the majestic Blue Pacific. With the famous Cliff House Restaurant within sight, Robert, Sandi and Jan, now shoeless their feet greeting the waters of the Ocean. Gary very much familiar with these surroundings as a youth having shook hands with the thundering surf and the joys of the now departed Playland At the Beach, all fond memories.
Continuing their drive up Fulton St to the 10th Ave entrance to Golden Gate Park, the 1017 acre expanse playing host to an array of exhibitions, the De Young Museum, the California Academy of Science and Natural History with its aquarium and museum, one of the world’s largest. Gary finding himself at home in the complex, as a youth having ventured to the park and the Morrison Planetarium at six weeks intervals, a bus journey across the Bay Bridge and subsequent McAllister Ave. Electric Bus to the Park, a regular visitor to the changing programming of the planetarium. Not surprising when entering the Academy of Science to find the pendulum outside the Planetarium entrance still suspended and fluctuating from the ceiling, giving presence to the earth rotation. A tour of the Steinhart Aquarium, the african display with its taxidermy wildlife and across to the De Young museum, Robert and Sandi experiencing the vast variety of this realm.
The visit to Golden Gate Park would not be complete without the Japanese Tea Gardens, concerted in 1894 for the California International Exposition, its five acres, a wondrous presentation of walkways thru flowering escapades, circular bridged paths overlooking the tropical fish laden ponds, the rising Pagoda and sculptured Buddha’s.
Leaving the park, Gary deciding on another landmark visitation, Lombard Street, the famous crooked street in San Francisco. The steep incline addressing the ascent, its winding interlude decorated with a panoramic display of burgeoned plants, the residences inhibiting this visitor attraction, taking amour-propre in their affectations. The day waning for the adventuress family, Gary directing the Cavalier onto the El Camino Real to ensue a return to Foster City.
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