Walking our feet off in San Fran

Just recently we traveled to San Francisco for a brief visit with Jaime and Nate. During the day while they were at work we started off doing the usual tourist thing, we rode the cable car. Around 10 a.m. we hopped on the Hyde/Powell line and rode it up as far as Lombard Street where we exited for a leisurely stroll down the crooked lane. We enjoyed the walk and oohed and aahed at the beautiful flowers along the way. Since we were close to Fisherman's Wharf we decided to walk to it. Thus began our trek along San Francisco's waterfront.

You know the song, "Pioneer children sang as they walked, and walked, and walked, and walked..." Well, we didn't sing but we did walk, and walk, and walk, AND walk. We walked along the wharf stopping briefly at Pier 39 to see the sea lions. We walked to Pier 27 to see a docked Mexican Naval Schooner where we walked and climbed all over it's decks.

It got to be lunchtime and we were hungry. Choosing not to walk back to the restaurant-laden Pier 39 we decided to see what other eating establishments were close by so we walked, and walked, AND walked all the way down to the Embarcadaro Center without finding anything. By this time our feet were tired and we were starved. Fortunately for us we came to a Farmer's Market where we eagerly grabbed some flatbread pizza just as they were beginning to close for the day. It felt good to rest our feet as we ate but it was just a short respite.

While eating we noticed a street fair just a short distance away across the trolley tracks and it piqued our interest. We had about 2 hours to kill before we had to head back up to the Fisherman's Wharf area to meet Jaime so Blaine located a quiet place to sit and return some phone calls while Jennifer and I walked and walked AND walked around the street fair. We saw some interesting things but didn't make any purchases.

By 3:30 p.m. we were ready to head back up the waterfront to Fisherman's Wharf. We wanted to have enough time to purchase some yummy malted milk balls at Giradelli Square before we had to meet Jaime after work (her office is just a block away from there). Instead of walking we decided to catch the trolley. We saw one coming, heading in the direction we wanted to go so we made a mad dash for the loading platform. The trolley didn't come and it didn't come, in fact it just stayed in that same spot. We waited on our feet for 30 minutes before figuring out that there was a problem and the trolley wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Guess what we decided to do? You guessed it..., we walked, and walked, and walked, AND walked all the way back to Fisherman's Wharf and Ghiradelli Square but this time we weren't just walking, we were speed-walking because we only had an hour before Jaime got off work. We arrived at Ghiradelli Square with just enough time to purchase (but not snack on) the malted milk balls.

We don't know how many miles we walked that day but maybe next time we'll try singing as we walk.