This past weekend was Fleet Week in SF.
Officially, this is my third Fleet Week. I choose to use this event as a benchmark for how long I’ve been in the city.
My first year, we were at the free concert series, Hardly Strictly, intermittently interrupted by jets in the afternoon.
My second year, we stumbled upon an Italian Heritage Parade and saw the Blue Angels rise above a church and a field of Ferraris.
This year, we came FOR the planes. We went to the Marina with a blanket and a bottle of wine. It was beautifully sunny and clear that day. Naturally, everyone came to see the show. We parked a solid mile and a half away and walked down to the Marina. During our walk down, a giant National Guard plane would play above us, eerily close to the city. Already, I’m in love.
We got there in time to see a little red biplane putz around in the sky. IDK what he was doing. He is like the clown in intermission to keep everyone’s attention. But THEN, the Patriots Jet Team started playing. I did not know who they were. We thought they were Canadians. But they squirted out US colors while flying around. At one point, the red and blue made a heart in the sky because WTF not? I especially loved their goodbye where they lined up one after the other, and left above the Golden Gate.
Then the tiny biplane came back. He did coils going upwards, then let go and fell, and then caught himself again.
Then came the best demo yet. The crowd couldn’t confirm if it was an F-35 of F-22. Whatever it was broke the sound barrier. It introduced itself low above Alcatraz and shot TF up. I thought he was just IN space at that point. He kept running around the air. He went upside down. He slowed to the point where I was waiting for him to just fall from the sky. But he’s such a brave little toaster and kept rushing past everywhere.
This was the first time Layla has heard a sonic boom. My little champ freaks out the same way I do, stoically silent and holding on to Chris. At one point, she sat down with each butt cheek on each of our foot. Sometimes, behind us. When Chris finally sat down, she leaned back so much on him that she was almost on his lap.
The jet ended the show by flying side by side with the first generation version. Totes adorbs.
Again, the little red biplane came back. We refilled our wines.
Finally, it was time for the Blue Angels! We all love the Angels. They came in a pack from, what looks to be, my neighborhood. There is not much to say about the Blue Angels because they keep your attention the entire performance. I would love to show you photos that I took myself, but I knew my phone would not be able to capture the majesty and decided to record via eye balls.
We walked the mile and a half back, and got ice cream (including Layla) before heading home.
I LOVE Fleet Week.