Foggy bay

Megan drove us around San Fran that morning. It was cold and foggy, much to the disappointment of Jen who had envisioned blue skies and scorching heat. But foggy it was and the Golden Gate bridge was wrapped in it. The orange metal tops peeping through the mist were the only visible points to prove that the bridge actually existed.

The hot chocolate on the bridge was the earliest sign of the downfall of my diet on this trip, but it was needed. I was bleedin freezin!!!!