Out of all of my Saturdays, the trip to San Francisco made this Saturday the best. I stared at the gray seat in front of me, we were stuck in a long line of cars all waiting for the same reason as me, the Coit tower. All I knew about it was that it was a tower that had a good view. My big brother Ronny and I both sat there and complained “Lets leave” or “This tower better be good.” After twenty minutes or so we got into the tower’s parking lot. “Fresh air at last,” I said sarcastically.
When I got into the tower I had to go up a rickety elevator to go a few floors up. I lugged up the steep brass stairs, I had to be careful not to fall because of the painful way down. When I got to the top I was cured of my jelly legs. The view was magnificent, though. When we left, my brother admitted that the Coit Tower was pretty cool.
Then we went down the crooked Lombard Street. It went pretty much like BUMP! Squeak! BUMP! Squeak! The most memorable place was the Rainforest Café. We were starving when we got the food. The robotic animals were radical and realistic. When there was a “thunderstorm”, flashes of “lightning” could be seen on the ceiling. After lunch at the Rainforest Café, we watched street musicians play music and dance. All in all, the trip to San Francisco was thrilling and a wonderful experience.