The hill wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. The bridge, on the other hand, was brutal. Seriously!
I love the Golden Gate Bridge. Dave and I have been there several times, walked it, taken pictures, and walked the area around it. Like it is for many people, for us it's part of the beauty of San Francisco.
By this time of day, the fog had rolled back in. It was a thick, heavy fog and it brought some pretty steady winds with it. The wind was in our faces this time rather than at our backs so it seemed so much more severe. We were on our way back so at this point we’d already walked 17 miles, on top of the 20 from the day before. We were tired. Walking into the wind was difficult. The wind was so strong that the sound, combined with the noise from the traffic on the bridge, was so overwhelming that you couldn’t even carry on a conversation with the person walking beside you. The fog was thick and dense. It obscured the bridge so that you really couldn’t get a good idea of how far you had gone or, more importantly, how far you had to go to get to the other side. The combination of all of these factors made it feel like the bridge was 20 miles long!
Finally I was able to see the tollbooths and I knew my walk for the day was nearly done. I got back to camp, grabbed a shower and called Dave for a few minutes. I set my alarm and curled up to sleep, too tired to even walk to the dining tent to see what was for dinner. Day 2 complete.
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