|Alcatraz main cellhouse|
The short cruise back to the City is a delight with the skyline so vivid, the Bay speckled with sailboats racing in the strong wind.
After we docked, we discovered in the few hours we were on the island, steps away Pier 29 had burned terribly. I wondered if the spark was slowly burning when we drove past it early in the morning or if the fire source, a frayed wire, acetone soaked rags near a heater or whatever, was in place as we passed it when this old building was still solid. Strange how quickly dramatic change occurs, how something small can erupt into something so large.