Did you know? I didn’t. I had no idea until I followed their strong scent and boisterous barking to the end of Pier 39 to the wooden blocks they call home.
It was the one touristy attraction not listed on our very full San Francisco itinerary that I really think should be a Must See for every one visiting San Francisco. They are impressive and entertaining, fun and friendly. And they look cuddly, and happy, and wild. I could go on forever.
We got there as the sun was going down over Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge but I missed all of that because I couldn’t take my eyes off of those playful little guys. I say guys because, from what I’ve read, they are mostly male. Young, playful males who like to make strange, threatening noises while challenging others to a dual in order to win an entire block of space for themselves. The fate of those who loose isn’t a bad one, they simply swim around doing dives and tricks until they spot an open space on another block.
There are also some who try to sleep through the madness of it all, they cuddle deep in a bundle of about 10 and loudly snore their way to a quieter place.
Then you’ve got the peaceful ones who only want to look up to the sky and catch a little bit of sun. The only thing they have contemplated all day is if they should tickle their bellies a bit or not. Those are the guys who melted my heart.
I miss them.