As Molly and I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, I looked in my rear view mirror. Behind me, the bridge's north tower rose up through the fog, reaching skyward. We saw no bay to the east, no Alcatraz, no Angel Island. Nor did we see San Francisco to the southeast or the deep blue Pacific to the west. All we saw was the bridge and the vehicles and the gray that enveloped everything.
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Isn't San Francisco well known for it's fog, Ericka? I've been a few times and remember how I liked that it also had cool temperatures. We've visited the wine region just north of the city where we found out that many of the grapes needed the cold temperatures at night time so they could produce the rather nice wine. I love the photos or pictures which show the top of the bridge poking out of the fog.
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Yes, San Francisco is well known for Alcatraz, its iconic cable cars, sourdough bread, the "Great Quake of 1906," and...fog. I've been twice, both times in July, and during each visit the temperatures were in the 50s and 60s fahrenheit, which is considered quite cool in the U.S. in the middle of summer.
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