We left our hotel in Burlingame, just south of San Francisco, and rode through the fog to the Pacific Ocean where we dipped our rear wheels. The ride took us thru the hills of San Francisco on a Sunday morning with little traffic--except the 2500 people riding the opposite direction (to LA!) on an annual ride to fight AIDS. They frequently called to us "you're going the wrong way", and many of our riders shouted back "We're going to New Hampshire".
It was quite fun riding up and down the streets of San Francisco, then through the Presidio, and across the Golden Gate bridge. As expected, the fog cleared as we rode through Sausalito. We then travelled north of the San Francisco Bay on a causeway , while climbing over 2 small coastal mountains. Our long, very hilly challenging first day ended in Fairfield, CA (of all places!) as all the riders came thru with a real sense of accomplishment.
It was quite fun riding up and down the streets of San Francisco, then through the Presidio, and across the Golden Gate bridge. As expected, the fog cleared as we rode through Sausalito. We then travelled north of the San Francisco Bay on a causeway , while climbing over 2 small coastal mountains. Our long, very hilly challenging first day ended in Fairfield, CA (of all places!) as all the riders came thru with a real sense of accomplishment.
The middle photo shows Andrew, in the distance, cresting our last climb. Andrew, from England, is a retired detective, and has been to the U.S. several times. Below is
Brian, who you see "disappearing into the fog", in San Francisco. Brian is also from England. This is his first trip to America, and we love his accent, sense of humor, and readiness to experience everything.
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