Pulling the drapes open, we looked out a pouring rain and wind whipping it around. A check of the Weatherbug showed that it wasn’t going to get much better. But…the Weatherbug hadn’t been quite right the day before so we went off to breakfast hoping that perhaps there would be enough of a break that we could finish our wish list for San Francisco.
By the time we were done with
breakfast, the weather app’s radar was showing the promise of a possible short
break. We took our insurance umbrellas, dressed for the cooler weather and
headed out to find the cable car by Fisherman’s Wharf to ride into the heart of
the city.
The cable cars have been in operation for over 150 years. There was a time where they faced extinction but thanks to the efforts of a group of dedicated people, they were saved and continue to operate to the amazement of all who come to ride them.
There are several loops of cable
that run through the city. The cars hook into the cable and are pulled up the streets,
some of which are very steep. A driver in front and a brake man in back, they
work in tandem to slow the car on descent and move forward up the hills. It’s
quite an operation especially when the traffic causes havoc. During one of our
rides, a car played chicken at an intersection. We stopped suddenly and the
operator laughed and said, “You can’t make this stuff up.” (I’m sure he wanted to do and say something
more than that.)
Our first cable ride took us to
within a block or two of a Target store where we managed to find the rest of
the things we needed that weren’t behind lock and key like at the CVS and
Walgreens. Bob’s backpack full, we headed back, now in the rain, to the cable
car turnaround. We decided to take a
short cut through Bloomingdale’s with Bob’s admonition that we weren’t buying
anything. Too bad. Everything was on sale as it was going out of business. We
did pick up a free bag for our umbrellas which worked out well since they were
drenched and dripping.
The turnarounds are platforms that the cable car pulls up on, is disengaged and the operators get out and manually turn the car on the turntable to head in the other direction. It’s all done quickly. The car is loaded with passengers again and it goes on its way.
This time we got off the cable
car at the stop for the museum and the central operation. Giant wheels and
gears moved the cables throughout the city. There were several older historical
cable cars on display but the main attraction is just the amazing operation of
the whole thing. The other amazing thing is that it is free admission for the
museum.
We waited in the rain at another intersection
near the museum that would take us closer to Pier 39 where we wanted to stop
for lunch. The umbrellas may not have insured it wouldn’t rain but they did
protect us pretty well.
The cable car finally came. They
are usually about 20 minutes apart but this was not high tourist season so it
may have taken a bit longer.
We reached the end of the line and walked down to the Wharf. Rain was coming down pretty hard now and we started to pass a restaurant with outdoor seating where two guys were encouraging people to come in and eat.
“Indoor seating?” Bob asked. The
guys nodded and pointed to the door.
Inside was a bit like you would
expect a seaside restaurant that had been there for a long time. We would
discover later that it was a third generation operation. When business is slow
you get to talk to owners. He was fascinated with us taking such a long cruise
and was looking forward to his first soon, a much shorter one. He cheerfully
split our cup of clam chowder and the lobster roll we ordered for the two of us
to share. I couldn’t decide if it was because business was slow and he was
happy to have us or if it was our white hair and age since he’d lost his mother
not long ago but we felt well taken care of.
As we started out, Bob mentioned that we wanted to try taking a Waymo, a driverless taxi, and asked where the best place to call for one was. Bob had already downloaded the app which was bit like the Uber. The manager told us to just stay under the over hang outside that when we ordered it, it would pull up in front of the restaurant.
Sure enough it was about five
minutes later, a white Jaguar with all the paraphernalia of the driverless car
stopped in front of us. On the top of the cab was a rotating bubble that had
Bob’s initials flashing to indicate that it was our Waymo.
To get in, you had to push an
unlock button on the app and the handles popped out of the doors. We got into a
very nice clean car with several display screens, one in front (as if a driver
would use it) and one between the front seats facing us with a welcome message
and a spot to touch to start our journey when we were ready.
A nice smooth female voice told
us to sit back and enjoy the ride and instructed us that we needed to secure
our seatbelts for safety. We did that and the car proceeded forward.
At first it was kind of a weird
sensation knowing there was no one in the driver’s seat. I watched as the steering
wheel turned to take us down another street. Marveled at the stops it made for
traffic lights and stop signs and smiled as other tourists were snapping
pictures of the car, just as fascinated as we were.
The pier for our ship was only
about a ten minute ride and the car pulled up to the curb opposite it. I don’t
think they are allowed on the pier like a regular taxi. The voice told us we’d
arrived and thanked us without ever asking for a tip. Bob also marveled that
the “driver” spoke English.
Since our ride was short, we didn’t
get to explore some of the other features of the car like choosing our own
music or asking for help like our friends did when the car wouldn’t go down the
famous crooked street of San Francisco. Apparently there are some places it’s
not allowed.
While I thought I would be
fearful of the ride, once it began, I relaxed and really enjoyed it. Maybe I
could get used to some new technology after all.
We decided to delay dinner so that we could watch as we sailed out of the bay under the Golden Gate Bridge. Our departure was delayed for almost an hour. Not sure why but soon we were on our way after the sun had set. It was way too cold and windy and rainy to go out on the deck to take pictures although some brave souls did. My picture was through a rainy window.
San Francisco had turned out to
be a whole lot more fun than we had ever expected, even in the rain.