The walk across the bridge that morning was chilly and damp, a heavy mist in the air. The fog obscured the full length of the bridge. We could see down to the water but that was about it. We were accompanied by the sound of the foghorns on the passing ships but they were hidden from sight, just like our beloved bridge.
Once we crossed the bridge, we made our way down the winding hill to Fort Baker for our first Pit Stop of the day. A group from the Coast Guard greeted us. They were dressed in pink, provided inspirational music and even had pink balloons decorating their rescue boat and their doggie mascot. Their presence seemed to be very inspiring, especially to the many women in the group.
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