Building Bridges....

Views from our last boat, Hubba Hubba, a 26' twin-engine, 
1966 Chris Craft, as we slowly cruised on the water surrounding 
Mayberry by the Bay...(Alameda). 

 If I even think about purchasing another boat...
I give you permission to shoot me. 



Bay Farm Island Bridge, and bike bridge

High Stree Bridge

Fruitvale bridge, drawn...and train bridge to the right no longer has trains


Can we fit through this? Yep


All is well.

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