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| Sittin' by the dock of the bay, wastin' time. |
One of my nephews is graduating from law school on Friday, so my sister and her husband are in town, staying at Fisherman's Wharf (which apparently has the most reasonably priced -- i.e., not $800/night -- hotels). I wish we had a guest room at our place, but even if we did it would probably be filled with art stuff.
Anyway, despite being surrounded by chowder bowls and fried seafood we managed to find pretty good veggie sandwiches for lunch at the Boudin Bakery, then mosied on down to Pier 39 to visit one of the biggest crowds of sea lions I've ever seen hauled out on the floating docks there. Apparently they've been drawn in by huge numbers of anchovies. On the way to the pier we watched a lone sea lion who'd caught a crab as he chewed it up while gulls hovered overhead hoping for scraps.
Even though I'm home now, I can still hear the barking and belching of all those huge animals, and the smell.... You know how the smell of cigarettes gets in your clothes if you've been around smokers? It's kinda like that. And the wind was blowing it right onto us with enough force to create whitecaps on the bay.
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| Full House at Pier 39 |
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| Ah, the life. |
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| Still wet and gleaming. |
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| Territorial Tussle |
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| Statuesque Sea Lion |
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| Scritchin' and Scratchin' |
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| Brown pelicans at rest on the edge of the bay. |
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| King of the Docks |
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| Snoozing with a belly full of anchovies. |
A brief clip of the bunch.
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