Day 2
Road Trip to San Francisco
Jeremy, Mom, and I set out for the City by the Bay — San Francisco, a place where hills rise like mini-mountains and every corner promises a view that makes your jaw slightly ache.
We were warned repeatedly about traffic. But us Denverites? Unfazed. Mom? Totally chill. And luck was on our side — our drive from Campbell is surprisingly smooth, no epic congestion battles today!
The Bridges
First on the sightseeing agenda: the Oakland Bridge. We loop through the city, cross it, and then make our way to the Golden Gate Bridge.
Jeremy has the bridge high on his “must-see” list, so I’m delighted that Mom and I manage to recall a viewpoint I visited back in 2017 — somewhere along Marine Drive by Fort Point. It’s perfect for admiring the bridge’s grandeur, like a vast orange jewel suspended over the bay.
We try to reach the Golden Gate Bridge Vista Point on the other side, but alas, construction has claimed it. Tourist season, take note: come prepared.
Not to be deterred, we find the Presidio parking area, as Dad suggested. Jeremy gets his first proper view of the bridge outside the car, and naturally, cameras appear. Moments like these are meant for snapshots and slow breath-taking glances.
Ghirardelli
Mom’s true pilgrimage of the day? Ghirardelli Square. Off-season luck blesses us: parking is a breeze in the garage beneath the square, mere steps from the wharf. We wander inside, gaze longingly, but resist purchasing anything… for now. After all, we’ll return later, and Ghirardelli doesn’t disappear just because the sun is high.
The Wharf
San Francisco itself is mesmerizing. You have the bay, the foothills, streets that twist and steepen as if obeying some mischievous urban wizard, and buildings that seem to grow taller as they climb the hills. Haze and sunlight mix like old watercolor washes across the horizon, creating dramatic contrasts — a city painted in brilliance.
We stroll along Hyde St. Pier, taking in historical ships like the C.A. Thayer. While you can pay to tour the boats, simply standing on the pier and imagining sea-faring tales feels plenty magical.
C.A. Thayer is a schooner built in 1895 near Eureka, California. The schooner is now preserved at the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park. She is one of the last survivors of the sailing schooners in the West coast lumber trade to San Francisco from Washington, Oregon, and Northern California.
NPS
Jefferson Street beckons next. We duck into tourist shops — Jeremy finds a few treasures, and I spot a sweatshirt I might die for. I restrain myself, hoping for better deals later. Views of the marina peek through the cityscape, Alioto’s seafood restaurant glinting in the distance.
Pier 39
Finally, we reach Pier 39, the heart of tourist chaos: shops, rides, museums, and a carousel. But the real gems? If you walk past the touristy hoopla to the pier’s edge, the views of the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, and the sea lions are spectacular.
Fog begins to creep across the bay, curling behind the bridge and even around Alcatraz. It adds a moody, cinematic vibe — yes, I think of Shutter Island, and yes, it’s just as spooky as it sounds.
The sea lions? Initially absent, or perhaps just napping, but Jeremy’s disappointed mutterings seem to summon them. A few playful ones leap, spin, and nuzzle — somersaults and kisses included. Pure chaos and entertainment, and I watch, entranced.
Back to Campbell
Satisfied, we wander back to the car and drive home to Campbell, hearts full of San Francisco’s magic, fog, and seaside charm. A whirlwind day, but one worth savoring like chocolate squares from Ghirardelli itself.



