Walkin' the Bridge Capt'n

One might think that growing up in the Bay Area one would not be precluded from walking the Golden Gate Bridge, but for some reason, it simply never happened. Perhaps it just seemed too touristy; I mean, it's practically a requirement to wear a Fisherman's Wharf sweatshirt while crossing. The truth is, I just never made the time.

Fortunately, taking a cue from my "doing different" craziness, my "evil" step-brother suggested we make a go of it. This morning we set out on foot to cross the bridge. Nice weather had been predicted, but what "they" didn't say was that we should take into account "June Gloom", aka, Fog. We were totally socked in. That didn't deter us. We met on the North East side of the bridge and knew that our reward was brunch at the Dipsea Cafe. We had to get to the end and back or else we wouldn't eat--and I was famished.

As we walked through the fog, I kept peeking over the side to try spotting sea lions, or sharks (they're out there!) I didn't see much except kelp being pulled out of the bay into the ocean. The views were sadly marred by the fog, but we still spotted outriggers and boats with their sails flying, as they all disappeared into the fog below. The fog horn sounded frequently adding to the mystery, and had the bridge been devoid of cars racing past, it would have felt scary and romantic. But the cars kept us firmly grounded in reality as they roared by.

We finished up our day at the Dipsea. Navigating the Stinson Beach traffic and Dipsea parking lot were the most harrowing part of our trip. We found our way to a large, open table and enjoyed the brunch, filling our empty tummies as the sun finally pushed through the fog.