On Monday, I wrote a post and posted pictures about the two days we spent in Berkeley and Oakland visiting Toby's family. Those days flew by, and once again, Sunday came too soon. As I mentioned in that post, Saturday's weather was surprisingly dry despite the forecast of constant rain. I went to bed that night thinking there was no way we'd get that lucky two days in a row, which gave me a little anxiety (because I like to control the uncontrollable) and a brief bout of insomnia in which I pre-mourned the lack of pretty pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco architecture that I would be able to post on my blog.
(These are the kind of thoughts that go through my head on a daily basis. Anyone else? No? Just me? Excellent.)
But then...Sunday morning came. We woke up. I snuggled in bed for awhile, willing sunshine to exist but seeing no shadows being cast through the curtained window. Finally, I got out of bed. I opened the bedroom door, walked tentatively to the kitchen window, aaaand...saw blue!
|Well, mostly blue; there were lots of fluffy white clouds scudding quickly (don't you love that word) across the sun too|
I know, you just let out a huge sigh of relief. I feel ya.
You guys...Sunday's weather was PERFECT. Well, it could have been a bit warmer, but we were in San Francisco, so I wasn't expecting any tropical breezes. The air was brisk and windy; goosebump-inducing in the shade, but deliciously balmy in the sunlight. I have no idea what happened to the predicted "storm", but I have never been happier about the inevitable inaccuracy of weather forecasters.
We got ready quickly, because we didn't trust the nice weather to hold, and headed out the door and across the Oakland Bay Bridge to San Francisco.
|They're doing construction on part of the Bay Bridge to make it more earthquake resistant after this happened|
We didn't have a lot of time, because Toby and I were leaving that evening, so we could only go to a few places. We made a brief pit stop along the Embarcadero at my request, because the sunshine and the blue sky and the silhouette of the Bay Bridge caught my eye:
|How fun would it be to be able to go for runs along this?|
|Giant cruise ship docked in the marina|
And then it was on to the Golden Gate Bridge.
I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge before, but (correct me if I'm wrong, Mom) I didn't get very close to it. The first time I visited San Francisco was in high school with my family, and the bridge was, in typical San Francisco fashion, shrouded in clouds. The second time I went to San Francisco, it was during a five-hour layover on the way to Hawaii, during which my friends and I foolishly decided to leave the airport to see the bridge, resulting in lots of sprinting and sweat (we made it as far as Fisherman's Wharf, got a quick glimpse of the cloud-covered bridge from afar, and then turned around and ran back).
This time I got close to it AND the sky was clear. Thank you, weather gods.
We walked up the stairs and along the path leading from the parking lot of Golden Gate Park to the road that actually crosses the bridge. I couldn't get over how massive it was. We considered walking all the way across it and back, but the wind was so gusty that we decided against it (probably a good idea...have I told you about my fear of having the urge to jump off of bridges? Yes, you read that correctly. Future blog post, perhaps).
|Can you spot Alcatraz?|
We made our way up to the south end of the bridge, where there was a concrete observation deck and lots of tourists.
|They were filming something on the observation deck|
Eventually the wind got the best of us, and we walked quickly back down the path, fingers numb and cheeks rosy, pausing only to allow Aaron to take a picture of Toby and me.
|Okay, and one more of Toby, because he's just so cute!|
Golden Gate Bridge viewing: successful. Next time, I'll walk across it. Hopefully it'll be less windy. That happens, right?
Next up on the San Francisco photo journey: Pacific Heights, Lombard Street and North Beach. Stay tuned!