30 september 2002
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musings of señor prod. -|-
The Great American Fever Trip of 2002 (Part Four)
In our last installment, we arrived in the lovely, and very
european (in many ways) city of San Francisco... we sampled the crooked street, Fisherman's
Wharf, and took a quick trip across the Golden Gate and back. That last part I neglected to
mention in my last entry because, basically, I forgot.
The Story of Monday
Monday morning we awoke in the nice SF summer and ate cereal and "continental breakfast"
supplied by the polite, if slightly odd, Days Inn staff. That morning was selected for another
trip across the Golden Gate bridge (interestingly enough, the Golden Gate charges only southbound
traffic the toll, which by now has jumped a considerable amount). We drove several miles north
of the bridge before turning back and crossing into SF. Once back in SF, we went to the
Exploratorium, which is basically a place for kids to learn about science, and it was a great
place for us to see the fun optical illusions and the unfortunately very old and poorly-kept
The Exploratorium is right next to the famous Marina district. The Marina district of San
Francisco is famous for the collapsed and burned houses in the 1989 earthquake. Liquefaction
took its toll on those houses, but it was ironic, I thought, that those houses (which have
become so gentrified) were built on landfill of the depris and detritus from the 1906 earthquake,
after which so much of San Francisco burned to the ground.
After the Exploratorium (and the very pretty-looking Palace of Fine Arts), we got back in the
cruiser and drove through SF. Going east, we went past Chinatown and the Financial district,
the tall buildings and then took a turn south. My sweetie was starting to feel rather badly
by this time... after driving around for the better part of 90 minutes, we went back into the
civic center neighborhood and ate at Quizno's (right down the street from a couple Adult Video/Book
stores, and one particularly suspicious "massage parlor". After lunch, we went back to the
hotel room for some relaxing (a brief while).
After a while in the hotel, we ventured out yet again toward Fisherman's wharf, and went to the
Starbucks (where I got coffee in which I put more sugar than a normal human should probably
ever consume at one time) and then to the Ripley's Believe-It-Or-Not Museum, which was very
interesting (including the 1/10-scale Cable Car made of matchsticks). From the museum we went
back onto Pier 39, and ate dinner at Neptune's Palace, which is a bit overpriced (compared to
Dante's) but the food was decent. From dinner we walked around the wharf and over to Ghirardelli
square for some chocolate, then returned back to the hotel to sleep.
Next update: The Story of Tuesday: Point Reyes.
musings of señor prod.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.