Flying along

By the time I was dressed and had things stowed away it was light enough outside to see without headlights. But I turned them on anyway so others could see me. Although I wasn’t the only one on US-101 there were very few others, and I sailed right along. 

I expected more traffic as I neared Silicon Valley but there were no slowdowns because there were extra lanes. Cool.

Surely it would slow down in San Francisco because it was later in the morning. Nope. 

I took the exit for Golden Gate Bridge, which put me on surface streets. Again traffic was light, and the traffic lights were timed so that I had to stop only a handful of times, and then only briefly.

I was soon at the bridge, which is a traffic choke point, but not at that time. Whee.

I stopped at the viewpoint at the north end of the bridge. Only a couple of dozen people at the time. And three hotdog vendors. A bacon-wrapped wiener for breakfast? Mmmm, not today.

Although I had been here a few times before, I hadn’t been aware of a walkway that crosses under the bridge. So I went down the stairs and got a lesser seen view of the famous bridge.