Fleet Week Air Show over San Francisco Bay
Drove into the city for the Fleet Week air show and ended up on the grass at the Marina with what felt like half the Bay Area. The place was packed — lawn chairs, strollers, a red tent selling hot dogs and pretzels, recruiting trucks lined up along the edge of the green, and the Golden Gate Bridge sitting right there behind all of it.
The warm-up acts were good on their own. A team of four black jets kept making passes trailing red, white, and blue smoke, some of the runs low enough over the water that the whole crowd along the fence turned in unison to follow them out. Fat Albert, the Blue Angels' C-130, did a lap that took it right past the bridge tower, which was strange to watch — a plane that big banking that close to the cables.
Then the Blue Angels themselves. They came in tight past the south tower, four of them nearly wingtip to wingtip, and later all six in formation with the smoke trails curving behind them. Every pass the sound arrived a beat after the planes did. By the end the smoke from the earlier runs was still hanging in a long ribbon over the bay.