So after Boxing with Roxie – see following post – I cycle over to the Golden Gate Bridge. The weather is immaculate. The Bay is crystal clear, the sky is, er, like, blue. I am on the bridge
Whoao! Jets pour over my head. It’s the Blue Angels!
Saturday is the climax of Fleet Week.
They are practicing. They fly 50 ft above my head, over the Golden Gate and explode over Alcatraz and rocket vertically to bombshell over the City.
They are immaculate. The pilots are fantastic, but maybe not that much better than other national aerobatics teams, however – the setting! The Bay in front of San Francisco has to be the best place to do an aeronautical show.
They swoop over the Bay Bridge, explode over the Financial District, disappear to re-appear over Angel Island. They spiral over Nob Hill, swoop low along the Embarcadero, blast under the Bay Bridge. The setting is ideal.
I was not expecting this.