We reached The Golden Gate Bridge in late morning, and our appearance raised a smile for the toll-taker, a young Hispanic woman. We fell in line, and snapped a multitude of pictures as we crossed the bay. Our attentions quickly turned to the road signs, though, as we recognized that we were not in Kansas anymore. Fortunately, the road to the Presidio was well marked and lightly traveled, and we soon found ourselves in the shaddow of the great bridge enjoying the view, breakfast, and the recreational activities of the natives - who were beaching, picnicing, roller-skating, jogging, touring, and playing with dogs. Once again, the woody drew interest, and, in our own way, we helped make the world a liuttle smaller.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The Golden Gate
We reached The Golden Gate Bridge in late morning, and our appearance raised a smile for the toll-taker, a young Hispanic woman. We fell in line, and snapped a multitude of pictures as we crossed the bay. Our attentions quickly turned to the road signs, though, as we recognized that we were not in Kansas anymore. Fortunately, the road to the Presidio was well marked and lightly traveled, and we soon found ourselves in the shaddow of the great bridge enjoying the view, breakfast, and the recreational activities of the natives - who were beaching, picnicing, roller-skating, jogging, touring, and playing with dogs. Once again, the woody drew interest, and, in our own way, we helped make the world a liuttle smaller.
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