A story in pictures:
We rode the trolley downtown, crossed the new park slowly because of my other hip, and got our wristbands. We were just too late for a harbor ride by fifteen minutes. Darn.
The ships were fun as always. Not all the ships were there. The SURPRISE/ROSE was in Drydock…which gave us a few extra dory’s to shoot. The SAN SALVADOR was still over by our house for though they have raised the money to put her in the water, she was too heavy for the cranes available. We toured the American Sub and thought fondly of Cousin Tom. No on the Russian sub. I’m not going on her again. One of the docents told us that the Russian sub was based on the WWII German U Boat.
The food was good, the long wait until fireworks bearable, and the fireworks were a delight though distant. We boarded the STAR OF INDIA and found seats on the stern. Cool winds picked up. Yes we wore multiple shirts and jackets, but we were surrounded by young folks in shorts and short sleeves. Only one baby cried. I ignored it while making a note to bring gloves and a knit hat next time. The ride home on the trolley was sardine like, but I only heard one complaint. We all were smiling and laughing about the crush.
We went back to the museum on Sunday afternoon. We did a harbor cruise on the PILOT, a hundred year old Pilot boat for the city of San Diego’s port.