I met my friend Joel downtown for some sightseeing at the San Diego Maritime Museum.
We started in the old steam powered ferry, the Berkeley, which you can see in the background in the photo below. Then we toured the USS Dolphin, a submarine that holds the record for the deepest depth (which is classified). And to compare, we crossed the dock to the Soviet B-39 Submarine.
Soviet B-39 submarine at the San Diego Maritime Museum.
I was back on the train 8:00 in the morning for the second leg of my trip. It was the Coast Starlight down to Los Angeles. I had a regular coach seat since this was not an overnight trip. The leg room puts all aircraft to shame. In fact, the foot rest was almost too far away.
My traveling companion in the seat next to me was a woman from northern Australia. On all of my train trips, I met people from other countries who were enjoying “slow travel”. At dinner one night, a man from Ireland espoused the concept that the trip is all about the journey and not the destination. I’ve always tried to have that philosophy, though sometimes it takes a back seat.
The Coast Starlight heads south, going through Oakland and San Jose. The trained was mooned by some men in their backyard. In fact I saw a lot of backyards. Our society buys and accumulates a lot of crap and it seems to accumulate in backyards. I also saw a lot of homeless living in makeshift shelters. I saw pristine walled communities with graffiti and homeless on the rail side of the wall.
Later the train heads into agricultural areas of grapes and fruit trees, then smaller plants that could have been strawberries. A woman in the observation car joked that they should have signs next to the fields telling us what was growing there.
A ranch with some grapes and fruit trees.
Huge number of photos for this post.
Dave met me at the train station and we headed over to Berkeley and got Kate. There we had sushi and walked around downtown Berkeley and the college campus. I saw some eucalyptus trees that rivaled the redwoods in height and girth.
The next morning, we headed into San Francisco on the BART. It was a gray and drizzly day.
The first thing I saw when I exited the Embarcadero BART station.
