One of the first things we did in San Francisco was head to Fisherman’s Wharf. As soon as you exit off of the highway you end up right in downtown and make your way around the edge of the city before running into FW (can I call it FW?).
Good old fashioned parking was expensive. Accessible but expensive. Don’t even ask us about our trip to Berkley. It was a parking nightmare and we will never speak of it again. Oh okay, there were a few tears and hair raising moments where we thought the truck was going to scrape her pretty little head in a parking garage but otherwise…
Once happy and parked we started our walk towards Fisherman’s Wharf. We had a fun time staring at beautiful sail boats, seeing Alcatraz in the distance and overall enjoying the glorious weather. We bobbed and weaved through the masses and were stunned by the beautiful orange poppies. Phoebe got some shout outs, not by name but by breed - “Oh look, it’s a weiner!” Typical.
After spending some time there we made our way over to Lombard Street. By some amazing miracle we found a parking spot close to the top and decided to wind our way down by walking instead of driving. It was an absolutely gorgeous view from the top of the curvy street. I couldn’t get an ideal picture but I think one of the last pictures I posted you can see it way off in the distance. It’s quite wild. It’s also wild that the calendar we have happens to be an aerial view of Lombard Street and we could pinpoint from the picture where we met our elderly friend from our walk. As we were walking down the steps to experience the street, we came upon an elegant woman in a green top, khaki pants and bunny slippers. The feelings between Phoebe and the woman were mutual and I was kind of hoping we would get an invite but then Phoebe got bored and we kept descending to see if I could get a better picture.
Once we huffed and puffed our way back up the street to the truck, we GPS’d our way over to Coit Tower. I’ve heard of San Francisco hills and I think I’ve experienced enough for a lifetime. We came upon a street that felt to me like it was 100% vertical. We couldn’t see the road below until the truck was a quarter of the way down. It was freaky and nauseating and I’m just going to go ahead and check that off my list. Barf.
Coit Tower provided some amazing views as well and even through the light fog, we could see the ever stunning Golden Gate Bridge.
Stay tuned for Napa, the GGB and maybe a few other discoveries downtown (no steep hills please!).