I spent a golden afternoon walking along Crissy Field, dunking my body in the sand, sun-soaking and people-watching, meandering along the shoreline to the Golden Gate. I was so concerned with walking across the landmark that I’d completely dismissed the idea of fantastic views. As I reached the first railings, I recalled that 220 feet up garners a panoramic paradise. It was nice to take a step away from San Francisco and see the tall buildings in the distance, the Bay, and all the boats scattered throughout the blue.
I walked for many miles by myself and never felt alone. It was just the day I’d hoped for—every bit of it, peaceful.
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