After a relaxing day at home, we decided to walk to Fisherman’s Wharf for some July 4th fireworks. Everyone knew there was fog but everyone was still hopeful that it would miraculously clear up for the fireworks. That included me, of course. We walked amongst the diverse citizens of SF, which included families, young couples, elderly groups in wheelchairs, teenagers, and your garden variety thugs.  As we walked along The Embarcadero, there was a particular orange “party car” that had the music blasting and was packed with people bouncing along to the beat. I had the impression that they were on their way to the pier with the rest of us but it turned out they were just cruisin’.

As for the fireworks, they weren’t very visible. In fact, it was like a light show of colored fog and loud booms. I suppose SF wouldn’t be SF if it were done any other way. So, we headed home a little early and got quite a show from all the illegal fireworks all around us. Despite the poor visibility, I still managed to have a good time and Jes got a nice 3-mile walk.