Yes, my anniversary seems to keep going on forever. Maybe I can drag the posts out to last all year, then our second anniversary will be here before we know it!
After the huge ordeal to get to the Golden Gate Bridge, we were finally glad to arrive, though a little bit tired and cranky. I have always wanted to walk across the bridge, so I was determined to do it because I had no idea when we’d have the opportunity again. John wasn’t quite so enthusiastic about it and wanted to turn back at the half-way point, but in my mind, that wasn’t actually walking across the whole bridge (for those of you wondering, it’s 1.7 miles one way). The following photos are from our journey.
At the halfway point. Notice I’m not leaning on the side of the bridge…and yes, those are white knuckles you see in my death grip in the railing. I’m not a fan of heights and walked along the inside of the walkway pretty much the entire way across…both times.
Fortunately, the ride on the bus back to Fisherman’s Wharf was not nearly as eventful or drawn out at the trip out. It was starting to get late and we were hungry, but we had one more thing to do on our checklist – ride the cable car. After yet another long wait (I kept myself occupied with my camera when they turned the cable cars around – using slow shutter speeds to capture the blur), I was excited to be able to ride on the side of the cable car, right in front! What fun is the cable car ride from inside the car?
After dinner, we jumped back on the BART for another nerve-wracking journey under the bay back to Hayward where we promptly crashed into bed upon arriving back in our hotel room. Little did John know, we had a very exciting day ahead of us!