My 50th birthday was last week and I spent a few days with Mom in-between trips. Heading down to SFO for my flight back to work traffic was light and I had some extra time so I decided to take a trip down memory lane. I grew up in Alameda and as a Navy brat used to hang out at the Naval Air Station. It's still a bit unreal to me to go by these places where I used to dream of being a pilot while I'm on the way to my job as a Boeing 777 First Officer.
They were dredging the lagoon at Alameda and I could not get a decent image of the ramps but they're still there. There's also a museum in the terminal building but I didn't have time to stop. http://www.alamedanavalairmuseum.org/
Captain Edward Musick. Master of Flying Boats.
Captain Musick leads his crew down the ramp at Alameda for the first scheduled Clipper to Hawai'i.
I was also finally was able to stop by Treasure Island where the Clippers were eventually based.
Clipper Cove is far too quiet now.
If I set my head just so I could still hear the echos of the big radials....
"But yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
And I don't think that I can go wrong."