About a month and a half after the Martinez jaunt,
I had passed another testing sequence,
this one in Hayward.
Jake and I rallied up from SD,
picking up Jaxon
who was visiting his grandparents in Ventura.
The timing was way too tight,
and by the time we got there,
I was all spun out.
The testing was surreal.
I did good but definitely not good enough.
In reality I would not have been a fit,
kinda a churn and burn type shop.
And Hayward was like the meh of NorCal.
we would BART in to "the city".
Rolling through Oakland,
the kids hadn't seen the extent of a harder hit area before.
and decided to check it out.
For a weekday it was packed,
We were all a bit overwhelmed,
still running on a few hours sleep.
Leave it to good ole dad for mission impossible.
Looking on the map,
it looked like the haight-ashbury area
was right over the hill.
I didn't realize it's over 4 miles away!
We went through the tenderloin district,
walking passed people that didn't make it out of the grateful dead lot.
Great vacation pops!
Funny thing is we passed all these subway stops,
but the little map wasn't to scale.
Just a few more blocks kids!
The hike up the hill got us out of the dregs,
some cool SF architecture,
and adjoining parks.
Finally made it to hippy central.
Wow had it changed since I'd been there last.
Seemed a bit more commercialized.
The standard H-A street sign shot...
they were kickin it at home.
We went through the panhandle park on the way back,
zigzagging the streets of San Francisco.
That means soon I'll be visiting museums.
how nice it is to live with space.
These city folk must not like hoarding junk!
they may have made our trek easier.
The kids never complained once.
We did raid the bathroom of a coffee shop,
I'd call it a splash and dash.
We finally mosied our way back,
passing some serious looking government buildings.
and saw such a high and low of society.
A bit more lows than I expected...
I hoped the kids would come back with some good memories.
It made me realize how few vacations we had taken,
even if just for one day.
in Castro Valley,
and Jaxon chose to sleep in the little RV.
This made him believe
he could live in a trailer in the backyard.
but Jake caught up with the dog Cole.
chickens and space.
Exact opposite of 20 miles west.
We explored for a bit before heading home.
Watch out for taggers.
Isn't that crazy how the yard is over the tunnel?
the meathead neighbors had listed their house!