There are numerous spots on both sides of the bridge where there are overlooks affording the viewer some great photo opportunities. Thursday afternoon I went to several on the northwest side.
Friday morning I crossed the bridge to get over to the southwest side. While Thursday was sunny and warm, Friday morning was very different – overcast and chilly with a stiff wind – much more San Francisco-like. Mark Twain is once thought to have observed “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco” (although historians are beginning to suspect that he never actually said it. It is a great line, regardless of who thought it up).
