We are now parked north of San Francisco, near the bay of the same name and within walking distance of the ferry which can take us into the city. We may take the ferry in today. After his experience with driving around in Oakland yesterday, I am sure that John would gladly give up his wheels today! There is no courtesy from the drivers in this state, they are all in a rush and would rather go around us in any manner possible so as not to take the time to let us into a lane. Other than having to deal with the hazards of driving, we did enjoy our time in Oakland. We first drove down to the harbor, in an area dubbed Jack London Square. As perhaps you may know, Jack London was an Oakland native son who wrote The Call of the Wild, Sea Wolf, as well as other adventure-type novels. He lived from 1876-1916. Some of his life was spent prospecting for gold in Alaska from 1897-98. An avid fan of the author found the cabin in which London lived while there, dismantled the building and used the wood to replicate the cabin. The cabin was built on the wharf in Oakland.
We also saw at the waterfront the boat the USS Potomac, President F.D. Roosevelt's yacht which he used through his presidential years. We still had some time to kill before meeting up with John's cousin Lois, so we drove over to Willett Lake which has botanical and bonsai gardens.
Maybe the bird does not know it, but he should be roosting in a tree!