We’re bicycling across San Francisco’s famous Golden Gate Bridge.
The sharp wind blows strong at this height, and the cold fog claws its way across the dry hilltops opposite like a living beast. Far below, seemingly tiny sailboats skim across the choppy water.
But then, when we roll down into the quaint seaside town of Sausalito, the wind dies down, the sun shines warmly, and we sit outside with cappuccinos by the bay.
You can marvel at it from afar. Or you can cycle across, walk across, or take a bus across it. You can even get a bird's-eye view of the bridge from a seaplane!
There are countless steps, stairs, and staircases winding their way up and down this hill-punctuated city. Many are beautifully adorned with colorful mosaic tiles.