Feb 042008

Saturday afternoon Z had a memorial service to attend, so our weekend got a late start. Without any real plan, we headed north on 280 and cut over to PCH (Highway 1) via Highway 92. The section of PCH between Half Moon Bay and San Francisco has now been checked off Z’s list of highways traveled. Unfortunately we didn’t really stop at any of the nifty sites along the way as Z still hasn’t learned to speak up and ask to pull over while we’re out roving around. And I’m tired of coddling her on this matter. She’ll be 12 in a two weeks and that’s certainly old enough to speak up about something she wants to do.

We did manage to find an amazing deli in Pacifica. It’s called Coastside Deli and apparently recently replaced a local favorite. I had an Italian Sub and Z had a Turkey, Bacon & Swiss. Both sandwiches were huge (I could barely fit mine in my mouth it was piled so high) and absolutely delicious. I took half mine “home” for dinner that night and it was still delicious and filling some 8 hours later when I found the time to eat it.

After lunch we continued North and into a rainstorm. This wasn’t a thunder & lightning type of storm, but more of a constant rain kind of storm. We parked at the first garage we saw for San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf and ended up browsing along the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park which was educational, though not as entertaining as it would have been without the darkening sky and continuous rain. As we wandered closer to the more touristy attractions Z finally found the gumption to voice her opinions and expressed her general boredom with the Fisherman’s Wharf experience. I convinced her that millions of tourists a year couldn’t all be wrong so we continued our trek through the watery streets of the Barbary Coast Trail.

It didn’t take long to come to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! and then her entire attitude turned around. She’s a big fan of Ripley’s, but had never been to one of his museums. Personally, I’m not sure the museum’s worth the admission fee, but they do have some very interesting stuff inside. Wandering further into the Wharf we found our way to the Wax Museum, which is an attraction I’ve never understood. But Z loved every exhibit and seemed to take two pictures of every single statue in the place. We spent a full hour wandering through the Wax Museum and my legs were seriously starting to give out, but we still hadn’t reached Pier 39 so we ventured further away from Rover.

Roughly half of Pier 39 was closed (presumably due to rain) and there was absolutely nothing of interest to see or do outside of a few shops. The Aquarium was open, but I just wasn’t up to another walking tour. Fortunately on the way back we managed to find Musee Mecanique. This used to be under the Cliff House, but was moved to Fisherman’s Wharf back in 2002. Musee Mecanique houses the largest private collection of antique coin operated entertainment machines. It was great sharing the history of amusement centers with Z first hand. I took a few pictures of Musee Mecanique as well as about half a dozen videos of machines in action, but am having upload problems, so they’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

Finally rained out we headed to a motel in Oakland for the night. Found a great Motel 6 for only $70 and crashed out hard, awakening refreshed for another day at the races, but that post will have to wait as well…

  One Response to “Rainy Evening At Fisherman’s Wharf”

  1. Today, I went to the beach front with my kids. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year
    old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the shelll to her ear and screamed.
    There was a hrmit crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back!
    LoL I know this iss completely off topic but I had to tell someone!

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