Sunday, August 1, 1915

At 6:30 I turned out, nearly frozen. The Santa Barbara Islands were in sight - great yellow brown mountains rising from a green sea. We soon left them behind us. About 10 o'clock we picked up land off the starboard bow. It was cold and very foggy, so that, while we were close to it, we could not distinguish it. Slowly the mist rose revealing the wonderful harbor of San Francisco just as we were beginning to enter it. We passed on our right the famous Cliff House and the Seal Rocks - and we saw the seals too. It was greener here than at San Diego by far, and much more beautiful. It was not long until we have in sight of the Exposition grounds, three cruisers and the old Oregon anchored in front of it, and the hills of San Francisco rising sharply beyond it. Swinging round the Naval training Station on Goat[Yerba Buena] Island we passed, in line ahead, the warships, giving them their honors, one by one.
An aviator flew over us as we dropped anchor just outboard of the Oregon, and later flew high above the Exposition grounds, looped the loop, turned on his side and did figure eights, finally landing again from where he rose. We are on guard today so we will be unable to go ashore, But wait till tomorrow! It is very cold here now. Writing letters this afternoon my hands nearly froze.