|Photo by Dominque Palombieri|
|Photo by Mila Sinkova|
Dave and I arrived at the Oakland airport and hopped a cab to our hotel in Brisbane, which is south of downtown San Francisco on the east side of the Bay. It was early enough in the afternoon that we had time to explore, and because it was unseasonably warm (mid-70s) we couldn't resist doing something I've always wanted to try...
|Photo by Dominique Palombieri, Flickr|
So we hopped another cab and headed north to the piers. Along the way we saw Giants stadium and countless sculptures lining the Bay, including a large silver rocket and an even larger bow & arrow ("Cupid's Span") by Claus Oldenburg. I've been an Oldenburg fan ever since I first visited Kansas City nearly 15 years ago and saw his Shuttlecocks at the Nelson.
We rented mountain bikes and trekked from Pier 39 & Fisherman's Wharf, along a beautiful and winding road through a park along the Bay, and then across the Golden Gate Bridge, down into Sausalito (8 miles total). It was sunny, clear and warm with a pleasant breeze: an ideal afternoon for a ride! But we hadn't exactly dressed for it: Dave had on his button-down dress shirt and khakis, and I opted not to change out of my sweater and slacks, in solidarity with him (although I did have my hiking clothes in my pack). So we looked a little funny, got a little warm, and had to endure a little mocking from some other tourists. (Ouch!)
|First view of the Bridge|
|Close-up of Alcatraz|
|Dave, looking especially tall|
|We made it!!!|