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I can never turn down an opportunity to travel. When my Sister mentioned she would be in San Francisco for work and I could stay with her, I was on the phone working out the details. Wednesday afternoon, I found a flight, a guest pass from a good friend, and I was jetting off less than 24 hours later. Every time I travel I try to pack a carry on to make life simple, but for some reason it never really works out. After stuffing in my helmet, skate pads and clothes to skate in, adjustments needed to be made for the rest of the weekends attire. Out came the bigger bag. I bought a new BRIGHT green luggage, and couldn't' wait to try it out. I knew I would have no problem finding my bags at baggage claim. My Sister snickered at me, and I had a few admiring looks from travelers, wishing they had my luggage! I also always carry my skates on the plane with me. I lost them once when I checked them on a trip home from Miami. That will not happen again. People smile, it leads to conversation on skating, since I am not the typical inline skater as a 40+ mother of two. After a few words I have them convinced that they could skate too. I tell them all about touring a city on skates, meeting people, seeing all the sights, stopping where you want and enjoying the atmosphere of the city. When we arrived at our hotel, The Harbor Court, I studied the city map with the helpful concierge of the hotel. He helped me to choose what places to go and find the things I wanted to see. My biggest concern was getting stuck somewhere on one of the infamous hills. The concierge was great and gave me great advice for the route of least resistance. Brenda, my Sister, had to work Friday, so that was my opportunity to take on the Streets of San Francisco! After she left for work, I got up, showered and smiled, then worried a moment. I am from Portland, Oregon, it has been raining since September. I haven't skated for 5 months!! I decided on a conservative approach. I would take on the Embarcadero for a few miles, find some breakfast then come back and take the N train to Golden Gate Park.
I wasn't able to skate down
into the maritime museum, so I headed out to the pier across from it to try
and get a look at some of the boats. I was just below the Ghirardelli
chocolate factory and was disappointed to find out that it was just a mall
now full of stores, rather then secret caverns of chocolate waterfalls and Oompa
Loompas.
Almost to the Golden Gate Bridge, I think just after Fort Mason, the city is so kind to place speed radars so you know how fast you are going. I couldn't pass the opportunity up to test my resolve and try and hit the maximum speed of 25. It was a challenge, trying to hold the camera steady, build up speed and hit the sign at 25, but as you can see 23mph isn't too bad ;)
Once at the bridge, I had a decision to make, do I go up and over? Then where does that go? Likely back down, what about head winds? what's the grade of the ramps? I made the decision to head toward Golden Gate Park instead, and followed directions of a few helpful people, that led me in circles UP in the Presidio area ( Not suggested skating area for those visiting San Francisco) After skating in circles for about an hour, I hopped on the next bus out of there, heading south. I followed along on my map until we reached Panhandle park, and Haight street. Always wanting to check out the famous area, that is where the bus and I parted ways. The popular food of the moment in San Francisco seemed to be crepes. Not just for desert either, they were stuffing crepes with anything you could think of. It was around lunch time and the first interesting place I came across to eat was the Squat and Gobble restaurant. Sounded perfect, so I slipped off my skates and enjoyed my lunch and the fun art on the walls. After lunch I continued down Haight street, glancing at the shops and atmosphere surrounding the area. It seemed to be much more commercial now then maybe it was back in the 60's, I don't know since I am not old enough to have visited back then. But I made a mental note to bring my Sister, Brenda, back that night for dinner and shopping.
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