Day 146 - San Francisco Baseball Game

Our family day trip to SF began with a two hour rush job to finish the John Muir Trail packing, followed by a trip to the post office for mailing, followed by a long drive to a ferry terminal north of the bay. Shaw had masterminded a jamboree of mass transportation in and out of San Francisco, including four ferries, two streetcars and a couple of long walks, taking us to the SF harbor, Alcatraz and the Giants-Nats baseball game.

Here is the gang leaving the first ferry. I have the kiddos liberty to act like animals.

We walked down the harbor, grabbed a nice lunch, and then took our second ferry to Alcatraz. Here is the required pic of the kiddos in lockup.

The Alcatraz tour was fantastic: a narrated audio guide took you around the prison at a steady pace and talked about prison life and famous escape attempts with passionate prose. The view from the outside area, experienced by prisoners for five hours each weekend only, was quite nice.

Dad and son.

After our third ferry back to the mainland, we took a crowded streetcar then the metro to the ballpark. Anderson and Carrington watched batting practice and Anderson was handed a ball from a Nats player. The view from our "view level" seats was best in baseball.

The game started with a lead off home run by a Nats player on the first pitch, but was then dominated and won by the Giants. We still had a grand time. We took our final ferry from just outside the ballpark back to our vehicles, then Dad and I drove to our hotel, arriving after midnight. A long fun day.

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