Razor Wire

We were in Oakland, California one day last week. We needed to park somewhere for about an hour to wait for our unload. The streets are impossible small for big trucks, but we were lucky and found a street that had parking (for cars) that was suitable for us. This is after exiting the freeway and having to make a left turn that was nearly impossible. I was driving and I was too close to both sides of the concrete wall, and had to reverse and start over, while holding up traffic. John was really afraid we were going to have to reverse all the way back up the ramp and onto the freeway. Luckily, with John out in the street helping, we made it around the corner and parked on this street. It would have been a beautiful place to park, except for the razor and barbed wire separating us from the water. This is on an inlet of the San Francisco Bay. There were some people having a sailing lesson, lots of walkers, bike riders, fishermen. Really good people watching, really hard driving.