This is the story of how we ended up walking the Golden Gate Bridge on a whim. I kind of mentioned it before. Here’s a recap via copy+paste for you:
..I got a random thought from Mr. Montgomery:
What if we didn’t go to the beach today?
(sassy stare from the other room)
What if we went for a long walk?
(silence..maybe a bird chirp)
Like, a really long walk. Like, to Sausalito!
(finally) me: heck yeah!
So, then we took a few fun fotos while we were out. And I finally found the time to edit them and here we are, a little déjà vu and alotta space in between. Let’s see what I can remember here..
These red roofs have the perfect situation going on, don’t you think? It’s the combo of the burnt red shade that matches the Golden Gate Bridge PLUS classic clean white that looks oh-so-good by the water. And then, I bet, someone stood back, squinted their eyes and said, ‘Wait. We need palm trees.’ This is California, after all.
It took us a couple miles to walk to the bridge. Once we got there, we joined the other tourists scoping around and got a close-up view of the bridge underneath. There are all of these informational plaques (my husband LOVES a good informational plaque) telling us how they built the bridge starting in 1933 and how the suspension mechanisms safeguard it from earthquakes. They even have casemate ruins where they stored the artillery to protect the Pacific coast back in the day. Workin out our brain, workin out our legs. heh.
So then, we took to actually walking the Golden Gate Bridge which was much more stomach-swaying that I had imagined.
Something else about my husband – he has a fear of heights. Which means we kept a good two-foot distance from human contact and I manned the camera. The bridge is 1.7 miles long. It took about a mile into it for him to get comfortable with me not pushing him or throwing the camera over. These are all reasonable things that I can’t make fun of because I said vows not to or something like that. Hearty look of concern in 3..2..1..
Also, hellloooo hottie! Also, plaque.
At the end of the bridge, there is essentially nothing. Well, nothing but a rest stop with tour buses overflowing from it. I thought of ways to hitch a ride back with the tour buses while he mapped us to downtown Sausalito. He won, as you’ll see. The bridge turns into regular road without pedestrian pathways. I didn’t know this til after, but apparently it’s common to only walk to the first tower on the bridge, walk back, then say that you ‘walked the Golden Gate Bridge’. I guess they didn’t plan for the Montgomerys of the world. We hugged the narrow shoulder, single-file where we saw a sign for downtown in a mile. ‘AREYOUKIDDINGME?!’ There was one block that my legs were so confused as to what we were doing that we ran. But just that one block. Let’s be realistic.
Let’s call a spade a spade and say that Sausalito is a-flipping-dorable. It’s also got a major touch of posh, so maybe they don’t want me referring to it as cute. Deal. I guess I can see the appeal of the space and the upscale and the SF view. But then again, aren’t you just staring at SF longingly? I’ll demonstrate..
I’m not sure if you were keeping track, but by this point, it was seven point five miles. 7.5! Leisurely outing, what? It was also nearing sunset and the last ferry was leaving in thirty minutes. Decisions had to be made. Legs needed to be saved. We battled it out yet again probably because he was still in shock from the bridge (I’ll give it to you) and I won this time – we were taking the ferry across the bay. We boarded the boat and headed back to our city.
Thank you and good night!