A sunday of blue skies and a vehicle led to visiting some unvisited tourists point.
Fort Mason is one of the many mostly dormant portions of The Presidio (Sean Connery, thumb-punching) but it overlooks a nice portion of the bay. There is an open park area with five palm trees. Heard some unique bird squawks and started staring up into the trees to see what the birds might look like and i see a big, green parrot. i thought this a little odd and kept staring up into the trees. after about 30 seconds a small boy rides by on his bike, notices me looking into the palms, and says in a knowing way parrots
like it was the most obvious thing in the world to him.
when i got home sister told me that the parrots are not endemic but that over the years enough of them have escaped or been "freed" that enough wound up going to typical parrot environments, they bred, and now they hang out in 2-3 parts of the city.
From there it was onto Fort Point
. which is right under the Golden Gate. the beautiful view of bay and bridge and inside the fort is a museum that winds through dark brick walls into small rooms with simple history displays of the men and work of the fort full of cannons. There was a list of fines that a soldier could incur while at the fort and one of the more pricey ones was "irreverent behavior during worship."
Finally, it was onto Sutro Baths
. What a place that must have been. Think of all the happiness a place like that gave. All that compacted human fun. Perhaps at a time when crowds were more exciting than daunting. All the boys being boys and girls being girls. The swimming outfits. Warm baths with an ocean view. A water arcade.