It's Monday and we’re back in San Francisco. Yellow Bike doesn't open until 6pm, so we had the day to be tourists. Neither one of us expected the weekend to be so taxing, now we need a vacation from our vacation. Nick keeps forgetting that we have to go do things to make new videos, so we didn't leave until 11.30 this morning. That said, the Cable Car museum is one block from where are staying, so we went for a walk. We found the history and physics wonderfully interesting and split up and read... EVERYTHING. It was fantastic. There were so many photographs and old retired cars and wonderful things to look at. It was awesome. After that, we had to continue our historical tour de force.
We had lunch and went on a stroll in the Ferry Building. Someone told us we could get enough samples there to make a second meal, but that wasn't the case, and the line for ice cream was long enough to make us want to come back later. Our next destination was far away and we had a deadline to meet, not wanting to be at Yellow Bike after dark because the neighborhood is sketchy.
Off again to a place called the Sutro Baths. On our way there, we rode through Golden Gate park and got to see real live American Bison. They're super cute.
Anyway, look up the podcast 99% Invisible and their episode “Young Ruin” about the Baths if you're interested in physical degradation. This was a whole different level from Angel Island or most other places I have explored. The building burned in mysterious circumstances in the 1960’s, and the area has been largely reclaimed by nature. We had just been learning about the train lines that went to the shore and when they say that the building is on the beach, they mean it. Much of the destruction here is from oceanic wear to the surrounding cliffside.
The area is organic and beautiful. We spent about an hour clambering up and around the cliffs, trying not to splash, and mostly staring at cute crabs in the many tide pools. It's also pretty smelly in a hundreds-of-birds-eat-and-digest here way, but despite that, the area seemed fairly crowded with people. Unfortunately there was so much already gone that this was all the time we required to explore so we picked our bicycles back up and headed off again.
The fog was closing in around us as we jogged back up the hills, my last ride on the Oldsmobile bike. I swapped it for the giant and dragged, back wheel rubbing, behind Nick for half a mile. As previously stated, the Tenderloin is the least desirable area, and I was anxious that we not linger after dark. While Nick worked to find a wheel with fewer dings or wobbles and the same gear spacing, a few unsavory characters wandered in and out. It took a while, but I'm glad Shenanigans and I are reunited, so we can continue our trip!