All About that Bridge

Day Two. Free breakfast.
I know...boring, but with rooms this expensive you gotta do it.
Cheerios and yogurt. And some highly questionable brown liquid that tastes vaguely of cardboard.
But it's not about that, no.
Today is all about that bridge. You know the one I mean. The one over the bay by the city with those little cable cars running halfway to the stars.




This one:

First, though, we had to do what we always do: key the wrong info into Google Maps so that we can accomplish what seems to be our true primary objective: getting lost in San Francisco. And it isn't even foggy.
But we set ourselves lofty goals and set out for Golden Gate Park. My prayers upon waking not withstanding, we took a lovely drive into the city and along the ocean, finally turning into the park only to become swallowed by a festival of bluegrass music (which seems oddly popular in this very progressive city, but who am I to judge?) and did I mention the traffic being routed through the park because there was no parking?
Oh, well. Starbucks break and a peak a Google Maps and we left Fulton Street for The Bridge.
Fooey on parks. We want the big kahuna.

So, before I had time to alter my consciousness we were hurtling across The Bridge (well, not so much hurtling as crawling behind a tour bus because we wanted off on the other side so we could take a crack at walking the behemoth). So, it took awhile to get to the Vista Point because we had to brave tourists on foot and bicycle and tour bus to get a parking place.
Once safely parked, we noted the gale force wind that knocked me back on my heels when I emerged from the car. Wow! Here we are. I grabbed my hoodie, but not Sarah. She was determined to brave the walk without one.
I was primed to defeat The Bridge, but I have to admit, it got me. We made it past the Vista Point and onto the actual bridge, but my acrophobia and the movement of the bridge sent me back to the Vista Point to wait for the ever-intrepid Sarah to return from her 4 mile jaunt.

Once we performed the requisite happy dance and picture taking ceremony in celebration, we realized we were starving. So we headed for Fisherman's Wharf and the Embarcadero. But, alas, it is Saturday all day and a beautiful day at that, and the whole of San Francisco that wasn't at the bluegrass festival was stuffing their faces at Boudin's.

We determined to revisit this on the way back, in the middle of the week and see if we don't have better luck. Back at Not-the-Duck Hotel and snacking before dinner. Hmmm. Where should we eat?

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