The day begins with a parade of ships, half of which got caught in a gale out at sea and didn't make it in on time for the big show.
We await the festivities.
Sheri wishing she didn't have to look at planes in which she has no interest in whatsoever.
"Look at me. I'm here against my will. I hope he brought me treats!"
The beach we were on was filled with fighting and barking dogs. Then a child was given a whistle and he blew that all afternoon.
This is a collection of stunt planes called "Team Oracle." I think they are sponsored by the computer company.
I liked the swirly smoke in this one.
That's Alcatraz Island in the background.
The USS Jeremiah O'Brian. It's a working World War II cargo vessel filled with retirees. Take note of the blue porta-potties on deck. The vessel was renamed the USS Bladder Control for the day.
A Coast Guard vessel of great importance. I do not know the name.
This is a San Francisco fire boat.
This man decides to stand on a surf board and tool about the bay with a very long paddle during the entire airshow. Why? It's San Francisco. He needs no reason.
The Canadian Snowbirds demonstration team above the Golden Gate Bridge.
You can see the Snowbirds through the wires.
Here's one turning toward the bridge.
Notice the heat plume following the jet.
Ladies and Jellyspoons, the Canadian Snowbirds.
A Snowbird up close.
A cute little kid scoping out chicks on the beach.
One last look.
A U.S. Marine Corps Osprey.
It's a tilt rotor airplane that can fly like a helicopter.
Here's the people east of us.
And here's the people west of us.
An F18 Hornet and some Korean War era jet fighter.
One of the Team Oracle planes performing down on the deck (that means really low for you non-airplane people).
This is Fat Albert. This plane is the support plane for the entire Blue Angels team.
Hey, hey hey! I know that was dumb but I needed to fill some space.
The Blue Angels appear over the San Francisco Yacht Club. We don't go there because we're not rich enough.
Flying with the gear and tail hook down.
Alcatraz in the background.
This was a high speed run on the deck (remember what that means?). Take special note of the lady bundled up on the boat in the pink. She could care less about the multimillion dollar F18 Hornet screaming overhead. All she cares about is her Bailey's Irish Cream and when she can go shopping for more shoes. The lady in the red coat is picking at her butt.
Right under the bridge.
This shot gives some perspective to the stunt.
A great underbelly shot. He flew directly overhead and broke our ear drums.
Flying over the rich people.
Over the California Hornblower. This is a dinner cruise ship we have yet to enjoy.
Big party boat.
Small party boat.
Bye Bye!
Paddle Boy is still out at sea. He did this for four hours.
