My then new girl friend was bad mouthing the Delta when we had business over in Stockton. So we came back to San Rafael via 12 and had lunch in Rio, I was hoping for Fosters but it was closed, so we settled in at the place with the aging neon sign with the jumping fish, After a perfectly average meal, I handed her the keys and said it was her turn to drive.
Off we went, cross 12 and following the river frontage to the ferry. You should have seen the look in City' Girl's eyes when she saw what we were going on, wide as saucers and full of fear. She was sure the boat would sink under the weight of the Chevy Astro van, but she drove on as directed. We made it across and drove to the other ferry and took that one too, I think we then did a U-turn and went back to Rio the way we came.
One of the more fun trips on the ferry was when I was cycling around Ryer Island. parked the car near Collinsville, where I used to live late 70's and took the back road i commuted on while working at the River News Herald. Then that same route to the ferries and up to Clarksburg, i think. Some 80 miles at the end of the ride.
Any one know how much draft there is with the cable down? Just wondering if my 5' draft motorsailer could make it around the island and see the ferrys from a different point of view.
Mike
San Rafael
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