A story from visiting the Golden Gate Bridge

Note: I talk about a minor injury from the cold, windy weather in this post. If you are sensitive to such things, I'd encourage you to read another one of my blog posts instead!

I visited San Francisco for the first time in February. Visiting the city had been a dream for years, given its role in the technology industry. I had a list of different things that I wanted to do on the trip, from seeing friends to visiting an American diner, both of which I was able to accomplish on the trip. A part of the trip to which I was especially looking forward was getting close to the Golden Gate Bridge. (On a separate note, I was lucky enough to get an excellent view of the bridge on the flight in to San Francisco. The aerial view was beautiful.)

I spent an afternoon walking through The Presidio in the City. I enjoyed the style of the buildings in the area, as well as the trees. I spent some time at the Palace of Fine Arts. The sun was shining bright, illuminating the Palace to a great extent. I recall being there watching someone take a photo of their smiling travel companion in the centre of the Palace.

You may be thinking: James, is there going to be a twist in this story? Yes, there is.

I walked to Crissy Field beach after visiting the Palace of Fine Arts. The beach is a great place to see the Golden Gate Bridge and to take a photo of one's self with the Bridge in the background. I was so excited to visit the beach and when I arrived, I looked down to notice that my thumb had started bleeding. The cold, blustery air to which I had been exposed for the last few hours had chipped a bit of my thumb where a small cut had healed. This was most certainly not what I was expecting when I visited the Bridge. I tried to take a few photos while I was there and had to be careful not to move my thumb too much while it healed. Shortly thereafter, I decided to go back to where I was staying to get a plaster.

Indeed, I had travelled more than 20% of the circumference of the Earth to see the Bridge and when I got close I had to find a plaster.

That is the story of how my trip to Crissy Field and the closest beach view I had to the Golden Gate Bridge.

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