San Francisco Disappears. Bush Blamed.

In our trip to SF so far, yesterday was probably the highlight. We rented a couple of bikes near Fisherman's Wharf, and biked a few miles along the coast, then over the Golden Gate Bridge, and on into Sausulito, where we had some lunch, hung out for a while, then took the ferry back to Fisherman's Wharf. A very relaxing afternoon.


Unfortunately, I have serious news to present you. On the way to Sausalito, we got onto the bridge, expecting to look back, and see the entire SF skyline, with its rolling hills of high-rises, and its rows of piers. Instead, all we saw was the following. Please sit down before viewing these shocking pictures:











You guessed it. San Francisco had completely dropped off the face of the earth, replaced by a soupy, lugubrious void. Officials on the bridge were as shocked as the rest of us tourists, not hesitating to blame Bush and his outrageous policies for its disappearance - that, and the fact that LA had beat the Giants nine straight times, and that one of the cop's daughters had an unusually bad cold. "The sooner we get him out of office," the cop declared, "the sooner we stop needlessly losing random American cities to soupy, lugubrious voids."

Luckily, we were able to get out of SF and on to the bridge before the tragedy occurred. We're still trying to calm down from the disaster. However, we did get some nice shots that reminded me somewhat of The Neverending Story's "The Nothing". The Golden Gate Bridge itself was also as spectacular as all the pictures seemed to suggest. It was really neat to be able to bike over that thing, and take in the spectacle all around us.

When we got to Sausalito, instead of having to search for one of three parking spaces left in town like each of the 2,498 cars that were frantically looking, we just locked up our bikes, and had a very nice lunch at Cafe Tutti. The ferry ride back was rather chilly and windy, but it was pleasant enough. Yes, that's right: Back to SF. Believe it or not, SF had reappeared just in time for us to return to the wharf. Admittedly, it's a very strange and lugubrious coincidence, but we weren't complaining. When we got back to our hotel room, the fog had rolled in over the city, giving us some neat views of the place.

All in all, a nice day. The bikes were definitely the way to see the Golden Gate Bridge. Scenic, relaxing, and completely separated from the harried and lugubrious automobile rat race.

I'll keep you posted as the trip continues to develop.