My trip to San Francisco was wonderful; the weather couldn’t have been better. We drove to the closest BART station, about an hour and a half away from home. From there, we took the transit to Embarcadero and hopped on a streetcar to Fisherman’s Wharf. After a delicious lunch at Boudin’s, we finally took a bus to the bridge.
It was my first time seeing the bridge without only driving across it, I did not realize its enormity until I was standing there, right in front of it and staring at the massive cables strung across it. We walked along, taking photographs, watching sailboats and parasails and enjoying the sunshine. Midway through our trip across we watched a huge freight ship cross underneath us and head to sea. I had to laugh when I saw that it was named the William Shakespeare. We also had the opportunity to see a helicopter fly under, then back over the bridge, possibly a sight-seeing tour.
After our long walk, we grabbed a bus back to BART and headed for home. I don’t think we could have picked a more beautiful afternoon to accomplish one of my little dreams!