Riding down Route 101, then hopping onto Route 1, we followed the Northern California coast South, ending this leg of our tour in the Bay Area. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge on Sunday the 11th after 72 miles of riding. The cross wind on the bridge was just BLASTING, and we rode across it quickly and rather unceremoniously--dodging masses of rental-bicycle-city-tours and trying to stay out of the way of the serious riders coming up from behind. I'm glad we did it though--it felt satisfying to glide beneath a blanket of gray mist on that iconic red bridge, legs surprsingly un-tired.
Zach on Route 1, looking over the edge of the road. Being passed by hundreds (maybe thousands) of cars on this winding road every day was tiring, but rarely did we actually feel in danger.
Going over the Golden Gate Bridge.