Mile 7451, San Francisco.
We stayed in Oakland, and rode in on Sergio’s bike while Gonna stayed covered in the parking garage (the place in Oakland was an amazing, modern loft on the inside. Outside: a tent city under the overpass. Gentrification in its infancy).
We rode across the Golden Gate Bridge and to the famous overlook. I thought it was funny that instead of simply stating the destination, the sign directing us also had a picture of the view. Turns out that picture was the only view we got. When we rode up it was fog like a curtain closed over the stage.
Go, Haley, Go! 