Return to Treasure Island

A few weeks ago, I was in San Francisco to meet up with friends and I took them on a little tour of a chunk of Treasure Island, which remains one of my favourite places in San Francisco, even if it sometimes feels very weird to be back there again[1. I actually had trouble remembering where our old house was, I had to think about it for a minute.]. It’s one of those places that people either get when they see it, or they don’t, and luckily I was with people who got it.

Some things have changed since I was there last with a camera, but not a lot. It appears to be caught in a stasis point. Wrangling happens over what should happen with the Island, people go on living there, a few businesses have cropped up although I don’t know how long they’ll last, because it’s not really prime territory for retail operations. Most of my favourite waypoints were still there.

Permanently Closed: A row of silver containers, probably for fuel, with stenciling indicating they are empty and permanently closed.

Much of the Island still looks like this. Things decaying, left in place, with helpful signage. Chainlink. Clear evidence that people ignore the chainlink. Etc.

High Voltage: A fallen high voltage power pole.

High voltage brought low, as one of my Flickr commenters pointed out. This pole, incidentally, made an excellent see-saw.

Genetic Reclamation Area: A sign modified to read Genetic Reclamation Area, with a stencil of a rabbit wearing a gas mask.

My favourite sign is still there.

Caution: A laminated sign on a chainlink fence, advising passerby that this is a radiologically controlled area.

Ever-classy durable signage.

Pipes: Bright blue pipes, part of a wastewater treatment plant.

I love the relentless cheerfulness of these blue pipes. Bright colours really stand out on the Island. Someone is painstakingly painting these to keep them fresh, because everything gets scoured by the dust and the salt.