Walked across with Miki and Noah on a windy day. We watched the not-so-sissy kite surfers sketch the water in all directions. I love to do this when I go to San Francisco. I don’t see it as a bridge, despite the traffic roaring past, so much as I see it as an anchor in time and human achievement. When you stand on it you become a part of that massive super-human creation looming steadfast over the ocean. It’s best experienced during sunset.
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