It was a summer-like weekend here in San Francisco which brings everything to a halt with rapid abandonment of responsibilities. Everyone drops everything to go outside. Don’t be fooled by your natural instincts like, “today is a good day to go to Bi-Rite ice cream, Zeitgiest, or Dolores Park.” Unless you enjoy insane crowds (literally) being one in a sea of people living out their warm weather dreams. One of my favorite things to do on abnormally warm days is explore the facets of the city that I’ve long lost. It reinforces my love for this place which is very necessary when dealing with the daily grind. On this past warm Sunday, I went for a long bike ride through the Dogpatch and Mission Bay. Two places of intrigue and mystery. I used to work in the Dogpatch and haven’t seen it’s soil since. It was a happy nostalgic reunion. The Dogpatch survived the 1906 earthquake and fire which means there are an abundance of Victorians and industrial/shipyard buildings that date back to the 1860s. Some are half standing but maintain their old time glory. Ghosts of San Francisco’s past. Old industrial buildings now house small businesses, cafes, and artists work/living space. I revisited the building I used to work in to say hello and then goodbye. It was quite a bike ride along the water to Mission Bay which is basically a developed landfill that used to be the bay. Along the waterfront, there was a long line of cars parked with space in between them for fold up chairs, radios, and an ice chest. Where men sat, wearing hats, listening to the radio, sitting next to their old school cars, starring into the bay. They were at peace. (no photo just mental memory). It’s a strange and reinvigorating feeling to get out of your neighborhood and remember why you live in the place you do. Go outside!
Colorful Boat Floats!
Jelly’s Dance Cafe! It apparently closed just a few years ago. Shame!