28.08.2010 - 28.08.2010 16 °C
I was disappointed that when I cycled over the Golden Gate Bridge on Thursday that I really couldn't see any of it. I obviously saw it when we drove over it last week on the way to Muir Woods, but going over it at 45mph just isn't the same. I walked up to the Bridge and I was my timing was fortunate, an enormous mass of fog has just rolled out and the view was clear. As I was walking over the Bridge, just about managing to hold myself up in the cross wind, it occurred to me how my trip has been bookended by walking over America's most famous bridges; the Brooklyn and Golden Gate (or I suppose by three suspension bridges if you consider that on the afternoon before I fly out I was in Bristol) and this gave cause to reflect how far I've travelled. If I had to choose of the two which I preferred, I'd have to go Brooklyn - it's more charming although I couldn't say either was more iconic than the other. I hadn't reaslised that the Golden Gate Bridge's colour (I think it's called golden orange) was only ever intended to be an undercoat, but they ended up sticking with it. Wouldn't you know.