Different Light

After 65 days of biking, we finally crossed the Golden Gate on July 29. As we came upon the bridge, we found it nearly hidden from sight by dense fog. At first I was a bit peeved, wanting to see the entire bridge--the metaphorical finish line to which we had been biking for the entire summer. Yet I soon found myself appreciative of and oddly transfixed by the fog. The cloak masked the better half of the bridge, and it created a rather mystic allure to the entire experience. I later learned that in the six years of the Hopkins 4K, only once had the bridge been entirely visible. I'm glad our year didn't make it two.