Hoping we had enough money to pay the toll for the Oakland/San Fran bridge, we started scrounging for cash......it cost $5. I had 3......Jeff had 2!!! We made it across without having them track us down later to pay the toll. Now we just hoped we didn't have to pay cross out of San Fran across the Golden Gate Bridge........
As we crossed the Oakland/SF bridge, we passed a place called The Embarcadero. My Grandpa Clarke (my mom's dad) worked here in his younger days - it's where the big, BIG cargo ships come in to load and unload. I felt a little closer to him as we drove past his old stompin' grounds. Grandpa Clarke passed away just after his 80th birthday. I was only 7 years old.
I'm not sure what they were building, but those orange 'lines' are the walkway up to the top.......basically orange netting with wooden dowels - SCARY! And that's only as high as the bridge, which is VERY high from the water.
Alcatraz Island or 'The place where really, really, REALLY BAD, BAD people used to go'
We decided NOT to stop in San Francisco for a couple reasons: didn't want to find a place to park, didn't want to pay for parking (used all our cash to cross the bridge anyway), and mostly because this next picture finally occurred - NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY!
Love you my little Ammo!
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