Golden Hour

Golden Gate Bridge at golden hour in the city that means Old Gold Mountain in Chinese–there is so much 24 karat in one view Bruno Mars should write a song about this. I almost forgot how fun it is to play tourist in your own city. There are about a million different viewpoints to observe the bridge and each year I’m still discovering new ones. This past weekend, we took a leg burning hike up Slacker Hill and was rewarded with an almost birds-eye view of the entire bridge. The hazy smoke rolling in from the fires cast a rosy light over the city. At least for a moment, everything was rosy and everything was golden.

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