This afternoon, soon before the race started, I drove over
to a lookout area in the Berkeley hills. One can always see the bay, provided
that there is no fog, and the day was beautiful. I had no idea if I would
actually be able to see the race boats from such a distance, and was quite
surprised at their visibility even without my telephoto lens.
Teams USA & New Zealand, Alcatraz, Golden Gate Bridge |
A few other people had gathered on the hill to watch the
event. One man had downloaded and app that broadcast the tack-by-tack play.
Another woman, who obviously knew a lot about the sport, held binoculars up and
gave us more detailed updates about what the boats were doing. We could all
easily see the difference between the red and black sails, and I mistakenly
told everyone that the red one was team USA. (Something in my mind assumed that
New Zealand would always be all black.)
But since I didn’t really know what the boats were doing other then sailing
back and forth, it didn’t much matter to me.
When the man with the Cup app left, another woman, there
with her two kids, logged on to twitter and gave us the updates. For about half
an hour, our little group watched and commented on the race. What a lovely
little outing!
I honestly didn’t care who won. And since Team America seems
to be made up of quite a few men who didn’t have American accents, it seemed to
matter even less. What I did love was standing in the warm sun, talking to a
small group of people I’d never met in my life, and watching a world event on
the San Francisco Bay. Simply outstanding!
The new span of the Bay Bridge. Race is off to the right. |