After being harassed all night by camp bandits, the heard mentality kicked in and we decided to travel as a tribe for safety. The decision to stick together for one last day wasn’t hard, especially after we found a dismembered animal cracker horse head on the picnic table next to muddy raccoon paw prints that formed the message, “Leave food or else.”
Everyone was excited to get to the Golden Gate Bridge. For Stef & Ashely it was bittersweet; the end of their bicycle tour.
I did not expect be able to see much of the bridge. In the past, I’ve never seen the complete span due to the fog San Francisco is famous for. We were lucky, it was a spectacular day. The downside was that the great weather brought everyone in the Bay area outside.
The Golden Gate Bridge itself is marvel of engineering. It was once the longest suspension bridge main span in the world. In 1964 it was surpassed by New York City’s Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, leading to the initial East Coast – West Coast Rivalry. While the early rounds of the rivalry revolved mostly around engineers sabotaging each others’ slide-rules, it later turned increasingly violent with a hip-hop rivalry.
Looking across the water into the city, past Alcatraz, I was excited. Food, a soft bed, and a day or two off the bike awaited.