Road trip Day 13.

Yesterday was fabulous. I guess they all pretty much when you do what I'm doing currently.

I drove from Fresno straight into San Francisco for an afternoon game of Padres at Giants. I had planned on driving through Yosemite sometime, but that probably won't happen this trip. The drive from Fresno took about three hours, and for a Sunday, it wasn't bad traffic wise.

I haven't been buying baseball tickets in advance, and you could say it caught up with me Sunday. Or not. If you think standing in the right field concourse of AT&T Park watching Tim Linsecum pitch to the first place Padres is not a good thing, well, then, we would not be on the same page. The first pic is the front view; the second is what I had behind me.

After the game, I visited the Cable Car Museum on the suggestion of friend Christy. Home run. The Cable car museum is the heart of the cable car system, now consisting of four cables, driver on pulleys from this single location. The sound in the building is something that is truly unique.

And truly unique is San Francisco. I think driving in this town, let alone trying to park on severe inclines, would tend to wear me out. But, quite possibly you could get used to anything, right?

And to finish off, I decided to head down to Fisherman's Wharf. After watching a guy sit by a trash can, on a milk crate, holding some tree branches still, waiting for some unsuspecting walkers to scare. You would think about 50 people stopped watching a trash can would call attention to passers by. Nope. Funny funny stuff.

As I continued down I came upon a beach section at the north end of the wharf, I took some time to just stop and reflect. More than 5,000 miles so far, and more than 100 hours of driving so far. I was due for a sunset watch. Enjoy.