Blue Skies? I'm Stuffing My Lungs Like Chipmunk Cheeks.

After a month of spare-the-air days, and the just-reopened Red & White fleet, I took advantage of the great weather this week for a 1-hour Bay Cruise. Still one of the best SF experiences. (They do the whole mask/social distancing thing. Now would be a great time to take a boat ride!)

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The rails extending from each side will support the suicide barriers. Think V-shaped metal material, too steep to climb out unassisted. Then a truck with a cherry-picker bucket comes over and plucks you out. There may be a tranquilizer dart involved first. :)

There was a large fire on the end of this pier a few months back. Commercial crab fisherman lost their pots. Thanks to the SF Fire Department the WWII liberty ship Jeremiah O'Brien, and the irreplaceable antique coin arcade, were saved.

These public art sea lions continue to pop up in SF hot spots.

Jefferson Street.

I rode the Enhydra, it's only two years old. It's a hybrid, a big change from its noisy black-cloud-belching diesel sister boats in the fleet. Below 7-knots it automatically switches to battery power.

Hyde Street cable car turnaround, across the street from the Buena Vista Cafe. It's eerie, there should be a line of people wrapped around the fence, with buskers of varying talent plying their trade. The cable cars haven't run in months, Fisherman's Wharf is largely deserted, and our commercial buildings are covered in plywood. The City's economy is being hammered.