In the early 80’s, when I first moved to Berkeley, my roommate and I decided
to take my 2-man raft to Lake Merritt. We launched it on the west side of the
lake, jumping in so as to not get wet. We were paddling around for around
30 minutes when someone of authority in a small motor boat came zooming
across the lake towards us. The person said that we had to buy a day pass, for
a price that seemed rather expensive. When I asked if there was an “hour pass”,
he replied “no”, so we paddled back to the side, took the raft out and went back
home.

Ok, ok, so it doesn’t have quite the historical value of the other stories but…