A Ferry Tale

A long time ago, in a place not far away, it was easy to get around in the Bay Area.  You could drive with great ease, or BART as you please, and get to work with minimal hysteria.

Those days are long gone.  The freeways resemble parking lots and (unnamed) train-like modes of transportation leave you feeling angry, violated, and, in some cases, itchy.  All before 9:00 a.m.

Voila, the ferry.  Every commute presents a serene nautical voyage through the grand shipyards of Oakland, under the Bay Bridge, and across the lovely bay.  Rather than brace yourself on a crowded train, with elbows in your face and and bike handles in your nether regions, you can savor your coffee while working on your laptop, or whilst sipping some wine as the wind blows through your hair.

I am a ferry convert.  It has yet to leave me high and dry, and I have gained a unique appreciation for the beauty that is the Bay Area.

Anchors aweigh!

Cheers.

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