Oyster Point Marina/Park - WETA South San Francisco Ferry

WETA South San Francisco Ferry

The high and increasing traffic on Highway 101 and job centers being located adjacent to this marina has led the San Francisco Bay Water Transit Authority to develop a ferry terminal here. During the planning phases it was proposed that the terminal operate service to downtown San Francisco as well as Bay Farm Island in Alameda on the opposite shore. Service was to begin in 2011.

Two docks were removed for the pilings and floats based ferry terminal and the Army Corps of Engineers set up breakwaters in order to allow safe ferry operations.

The San Francisco Bay Ferry began operating a commute hour ferry service between the South San Francisco Ferry Terminal at the Oyster Point Marina and the Oakland Ferry Terminal at Jack London Square in Oakland and the Main Street ferry terminal in Alameda in June 2012.

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