Somehow, crossing the Golden Gate Bridge is always an event for me to celebrate. I know, at that point, that I am really on an adventure. I'm going somewhere!
I'm not sure what the point of leaving is when we go south. I'll just have to keep going south till I figure it out. Getting coffee in Gilroy? Casa de Fruita (always felt like the jumping off point of no return once 5 went in)
I find it intriguing that now "crossing the Golden Gate" means going across the bay. In past times (before the bridge) one "entered the Golden Gate" by going into the bay.
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