After a mediocre night's sleep
Sigh... I am too familiar with those.
I was ready to embrace the day of exploring new territory I'd not seen in a very long time.
I tried to embrace the day.
It told me not to touch it and turned a cold shoulder. That's how winter starts.
#priorities
I don't generally do the filtered variety
Percolated? French press?
but deferring to my host's utter abhorrence of even the tiniest scent of it, I did what was asked by his SO. I thought it a bit odd. I mean what does he do every time he walks by a Starbucks? And I know she drinks it, so what does he do when she imbibes? I'm at a loss.
Holds his breath? That's what Kay and I do whenever someone smoking walks by.
I was resigned to sitting alone with Alberto the Cat who detested my very presence in his personal castle
the 4 million dollar homes (with one toilet),
Homes with no toilets are cheaper, though, right?
I had my shirt on. (And before you post that I was missing my pants, I had those on too.)
But clearly, no underwear.
From the station, we went downhill from there, (I am 39, you know, so this could only mean in geographical terms.)
Of course. The other never entered my mind.
Neat ones like this:
That is neat. I don't know how it can stand at a slant like that.
And thus began a long walk... a very, very long walk.
Ok, whatever. It was only 1.2 miles.
But for some reason, possibly because my feet were screaming in the new shoes, it felt like 12.1 miles.
Ah. New shoes.
I did wind up returning mine. Got another pair and... still not 100% sure if they're the right ones. Still feeling 'em out.
and the smell of salty, fishy air mixed with hot dogs and cotton candy.
I want to smell that.
Self-locking, time minimizing, single use, potties. I was SURE I had taken a photo of the one I used (because I'm pretty sure y'all wanna see where I took a leak),
That's okay. I posted about one on my Euro trip TR.
(That one was self cleaning.)
(Ok, going back to rant about PB. Seems they will no longer let me upload there as I've reached 85% of my free storage. No way in you-know-where I'm going to pay to store, so I'll have to find another place for my photo storage. This update literally took me all day. )
I'm paying. It wasn't the storage capacity so much, as the bandwidth. Too many people viewing at the same time.
Man, I really like this one. Did you do the soft focus on purpose? If you did, I'm extremely impressed.
I'm kinda diggin' the next one:
I can see why... but I still like the other one the best.
***Warning, you are about to enter an area fully devoted to charging exorbitant prices for cheap foreign junk, bland, greasy food, and specializing in catering to hordes of people who probably should have walked 4 more blocks for better food, better souvenirs, and fewer people. I can neither confirm nor deny that a certain walking party fell prey to the tyranny of the urgent.
You're on vacation. It's allowed.
(Possibly expected.)
There were exactly ZERO tickets available until August 25th (5 days from then) for ANY trips to the island. Sad day.
Sucks.
BUT
there was a very cool exhibit at the dock where the ferries launched from set up by the US Parks Service. If you don't have time to actually go to the island or want just a tiny taste of it, this little haven is for you. They have a really nice diorama set up of the buildings and a very nice exhibit on the horticultural and native plants on the island.
Silver lining? Maybe tin?
All of the families of the guards lived on that island, the kids were ferried over to the city for school each day,
Really! I had no idea.
and the moms did what most moms in that day and age did- gardening, cooking, caring for their families.
... drinking...
And what they did with the gardens was amazing! They propogated many native and non-native plants and made a barren rock landscape into a pretty nicely habitable place.
Interesting.
Next time, Alcatraz:
You should've just brought your bathing suits and swam over.
Pay no mind to the extremely strong currents or the sharks.
(Yes, I realize I need to straighten this photo. Too bad. Been at this all day; not going back now. Just pretend the whole Pacific Ocean is sliding off towards Japan.)
Obviously the San Andreas fault let go.
Further along, we fought the 4,000,000 tourists from all over the world to see these:
Cool! Gulls!
I'm not sure why. We see them several times a year on our own docks in Newport, and they are vile creatures. They stink, fight viciously, and wreck docks and eat all the fish. I suppose if you're from "out of town" they'd be fun to watch, but we moved along quickly from here.
So... you stopped to see what you see all the time.
Okay.
We could see our target in the distance (NO! to the left of the frigate (or whatever type of Naval ship that is)):
See? I told you! Gulls!
Oh.
A few more hundred yards and we'd be eating "where it all started". Soup in a bread bowl, that is.
Oh? Interesting.
But not until after my girls finished watching a guy doing some pretty cool art entirely with spray paint. It wasn't this guy, but he was doing the same thing. It was fun to watch for about 3 minutes when my head started to pound from the fumes. These guys face brain damage every single day. I'm positive.
Can't see the vid since I'm at work,
but I have a pretty good idea what it is.
And it's impressive.
Never thought about the fumes, though. You may have a point.
I watched the baskets go around and around. Maybe it is me who has brain damage, because, seriously, it amused me for far too long.
These amused me too:
I want that turtle.
Want.
After checking out the "real" restaurant and determining I am too few tax brackets low to eat there,
Oh. (again)
we settled on the cafeteria-style counterpart. Which had the exact same chowder and chili bowls.
Well, you're there for the food, ain'tcha?
Oh, and we did not have the option of oysters. Which is seriously fine with me. They remind me of loogies, and I've made a personal commitment to never try them.
You actually had to make a commitment to never eat loogies?
huh.
The chowder was mediocre, whereas the prices for even the cafeteria menu were not.
Really? Man, what a let down!
And paid the same price for a sit down meal (with oysters, should you care to poison yourself with them- (really Alison, I'm kinda just (mostly) joking here) ).
At least I can say I've been to the Original Boudins which is featured in California Adventure.
And that's what really matters.
And every good tour should end with dessert.
ooooh.... I think I want to go on tours with you.
Whatever, chocolate is chocolate and the only REAL chocolate is dark chocolate. Do not try to argue with me, your point is pointless.
I won't argue. I agree.... but I
still don't care for it and love milk chocolate. (white chocolate too... but only in small doses.)
So naturally, we went with a sundae made with butterscotch.
Of course. Makes perfect sense.
It looked exactly like this (plastic cup and all) for $8.95:
Whoa. Disney prices.
I could have made that for $.75 at home. With homemade hot fudge.
Homeade. Hot. Fudge....
What's your address again?
But what really put me in the bad mood was throwing half of it away. Like I've said a million times, we just aren't big eaters; we split it 3 ways and walked away on sugar overload. We knew what was coming tonight and overdoing it now, wasn't going to be worth it.
Well that was anti-climactic.
I'm shocked that between
three of you, you couldn't finish it.
Thank you for showing us your new shoes and sore feet.
My name is not Peter Piper, but I picked my peppers.
On the way home, I also accidentally picked my nose . There was an immediate volcano eruption right there in the car; hot lava foamed through my nostrils. Tears of anguish flowed from my eyes and my brain nearly melted on impact. Boys and Girls, let this be a lesson to you: Do not pick your peppers and your nose all in one evening.
Oh, no!!!
That'll learn you for going back on your commitment!!
Did you then rub your tearing eyes?
One can never be too careful with a jalepeno marg.
Apparently! Thanks for the heads up!
On the way to the restaurant, in a once very small farming community called Fruitvale, I spied a REALLY cool old building still standing from the glory days of that community. Perhaps it was a saloon, maybe a hardware store, a warehouse... who knows. But it was sagging and tilting at just the right angle to speak of its age, yet also to its resilience. The windmill still standing next to it was such a cool added touch. Wish I had had quite a lot more time here to do my subject justice... and with a camera not a cell phone.
That place just
screams "Take my picture!"
The restaurant was directly across the street from the Fruitvale BART Station where the infamous Fruitvale shooting took place in 2009.
Yes... I had to look it up, and...
A subsequent movie was filmed about the story in 2013 and you are welcome to read the account in Wiki or your other favorite source.
... yes, it was wiki.
In addition to political discussion, we were also treated to authentic mariachi by a duo playing guitar and accordion. One guy was enjoying his job, the other was clearly not thrilled to be there and had a crappy voice.
Oh. Too bad. Before I read the second sentence, I was like "yes!"