San Fran: Golden Gate Bridge

I WASN’T SURE HOW I’D FEEL about the Golden Gate Bridge. This could have branched from Grams’ stories about covering her face with a map when they drove over it because it scared her so bad.

I wasn’t scared, I was just. . .disinterested.

Sure, it’s cool.

Sure, it’s massive.

Sure, it’s one of the top – if not the most identifiable symbol of San Francisco.

Sure, it’s the second largest suspension bridge in the world.

But I’m not a history buff. All I really knew about it before we went was that it’s called the “Golden Gate Bridge” and that it’s not golden at all – it’s red.

We found out it’s called the Golden Gate not for the gold rush, but for the area where the San Francisco Bay meets the Pacific Ocean.

And you know what?

I had my doubts (or just disinterest. . .) but the bridge turned out to be pretty darn sweet.

If I do say so myself.

It is a symbol of strength, ingenuity, and the minds determination. It is proof that we can span the gaps that may challenge us and we can work together to build bigger and greater things. I am glad – honored really – that I was able to visit one of our great American symbols in my lifetime.