Finally making the trek across the bay to Alcatraz Island was one of my goals when returning to San Francisco. The famous prison sees line ups of visitors every day, and even then, those are the folks who planned atleast a few days in advance. If you just roll up to the kiosk window on a whim and hope to get a ticket to The Rock, don’t be surprised to find out you’re about 4, 5, 6, maybe even 7 days to late. Counting ourselves lucky enough to plan ahead, we were even given the bonus of a relatively clear day.
Walking through the grounds of Alcatraz wasn’t easy on the mind. I found this adventure left me with a strange feeling during my entire time on the island. An eerie feeling…an awe type feeling, I just don’t know. Maybe it’s the haunting audio tour, or the fact that this was the prototype SuperMax prison of our time. It’s also not something that happened 300 years ago. No, it’s something that held some of world’s worst just one generation back from my own. This sense of proximity left me unable to revel in prison cell photos or mock escape attempts. I barely even took any photos (just what you see here), because I found myself lost. So close to land, so far from freedom.
Break the rules and you go to prison. Break the prison rules and you go to Alcatraz.