When we woke up, there was a little puddle of water on the edge of the tent. My bandana which was hanging off my fanny pack had gotten damp and my shoe laces were soaked. I opened up the flap of the tent to see a dense dense fog laying low on the grass.
The start time for this day was 7am and I wanted to be sure to be off as soon as possible. There were some fine people waiting for us in Mill Valley and I didn't want to be one of the last ones to arrive at their cheering station. We ate our meal of potatoes (tolerable) eggs (ick) fruit and had a cup of camp coffee and off we went.
Into the fog...
You think about the people who came from distances anxious to see the Golden Gate Bridge, and I was somewhat disappointed for them. On a personal level, I felt like geezzzz it is going to be cold walking across that bridge. The weeks before the walk had been unseasonably hot, so this change in the weather was extreme.
But everyone put on their gear and headed out with good spirits, anxious to get to Marin and see what awaited them there.
From camp we walked through some of the bunkers upward to the bridge.
And along the trails in a grey haze...
Finally there is is (I think). For those people who have "bridge phobia" (and there are people like that), it was a blessing not to see below them at all. It was like walking on a cloud.
Some of the Warming Hut Hotties were there to send us off on the bridge walk.
And so is this.
Katie's walking like she knows there will be... blue skies soon.
Allison and Patti full of confidence.
The Hookers welcomed us to the land of Sally Stanford.
Heading up East Road we came to several groups of cheerers.
The one place where we heard some noise was Dunphy Park where there were some cheer leaders. I thought... shhhh, they might hear you!
And as we walked further along we found another cheering group near the lunch stop at the Middle School. They had Ibuprofen and bandages, beads and ribbons... They brought their children and had pom poms and lots of pink.
Off we go!
The cheer station here had several groups, some with signs, some with thunder sticks, some with goodies to give.
At the base of the bridge before the big climb, some spirited folks were cheering us on.
Allison and I went to bed in time for lights out at 9pm.