This area at Ocean Beach has a huge significance
to me in my exploring America, and experiencing its electric urban
rail transit. In 1969 -- back in the era of the PCC on Muni --
I spent my first night anywhere in the West at the motel whose sign
is visible to the left of the train.
was suddenly two time zones beyond anywhere I had ever been before,
having left still-cold and snowy Ohio that day a visit to lush and
unknown California. In bed that night I could hear the
streetcars turning around the sharp curves of the loop long, long
after I would normally expect to be asleep. It was all so
exciting, traveling long distances on my own, being in San
Francisco -- and listening to those trolleys grinding away.
If only I had taken photos on that portion of the trip.