Up and down, around corners while watching for trolley cars, buses and the rest of traffic, we wind our way to Lombardi Street. I feast my eyes on the architecture, flora and vivid colors that spell anything but “autumn” for me.
As we wind our way to the Golden Gate Bridge feeder road it becomes obvious: The weather is not going to cooperate to offer a clear view of this famous landmark. On the other hand, there are millions of shots of the Golden Gate Bridge I can google on the internet. Here is my chance to see the bridge with fresh eyes.
And just when I am ready to accept the grey day the fog lifts and reveals the last arch of the Golden Gate Bridge. We miss the turn off to the marine headlands and change our plans to carry on to Sausolito for lunch.
Everyone wants a house with a view. Large homes and beachfront condos have claimed this choice location. We wind around the curve, passing these choice properties and rejoin the highway to San Francisco.
This time we anticipate the turnoff for the marine headlands. We climb to the top. Cars are lining the side of the road, and we soon pull off ourselves. What a view – the only thing that would make it even better would be the full view of the Golden Gate Bridge. I wait and brave the strong winds. With each gust the fog rearranges, tears off grey shreds that gently drift over the rocks only to rejoin the fog bank a few yards away.
Another view of the Golden Gate Bridge through fog and a couple of sailboats skirting the edge of the marine headlands. It’s time to get back to the car and make our way to the hotel.
Carol takes an alternate route back, while I get another chance to fall in love with a different style of row house. The afternoon has turned grey, yet the vivid colors of these homes brighten the street scape.
I bid good bye to San Francisco as I capture a lone raven atop a church roof. I know in my heart that I will return – the sooner the better! I left my heart in San Francisco… didn’t someone write a song about that? I can see why!
Thanks for coming along on my short visit to this diverse city. From San Francisco I head back home to Canada. Yellowknife is next on my agenda. Make sure to check back soon for a completely different account of my travels.