This last picture shows the fog bank out at the bridge which is hiding in there somewhere. Every now and then one of the towers would peek through.
I walked and I walked and I froze and I froze and I went up hill and I went down hill and finally got to Crissy Field which I had decided was as far as I would go. My original destination would have been about another 1/4 or 1/2 mile on. The bank of fog still very much had the upper hand and I needed something to eat. There is a visitors' center there with a cafe but they were closed! So I pointed my frozen self back out of the park and when I got to the street and was waiting to cross, there were two young women standing there waiting. I asked if they were local, they were, and I asked them where I might find a street with some cafes, restaurants, whatever on them. They started pointing here and there, mentioning street names and such and finally decided they would just take me to Chestnut Street. I had wanted to go there anyway at some point because I planned to catch a bus there to get back to the hotel. So we started off and they were so nice - just chattered away about anything and everything - insisted on taking me on a more scenic route, disagreed with each other about almost everything but seemed to enjoy it, so it was quite a pleasant interlude. They got me to Chestnut, I found myself a burger joint that seemed real popular and felt much better after a sit-down and some food.
Next I went back to Crissy Field, passing through the Palace of Fine Arts and its gardens which is lovely although I'm not real sure what it is. I figured it would be a museum of sorts but I think maybe it is a place where people can have weddings (wedding photos were being taken while I was passing through), other special events, etc. I saw a building that the wedding party seemed to be coming out of and going into but it was just a building - not part of the very large and impressive structure that seems to serve only as a large and impressive structure.
And what can I say? I took a lot of pictures with my quickly dying-battery camera and then with my phone, but it basically came down to one view and just choosing the best one. So here it is. Still fairly hazy and either too far away or too hazy to get that true orange color, but hey, it's the bridge and I saw it!
I took this picture around 3:00 p.m. and decided I just couldn't wait any longer to see if more fog would clear or try and make myself get closer. I had just enough gumption left to get myself back up to where I had eaten lunch and could catch my bus back to the hotel. So that's what I did and that pretty much took care of Friday. Heather got out of her convention duties around 7:30 and we freshened up and went for a very good dinner to John's Grill. Not only was the food good, but it was an interesting place - it was themed around the Maltese Falcon because when they made the movie, they shot some scene in the restaurant so the decor was kind of art deco and there were many photos from that period, etc. We ate upstairs which is something I enjoy when a restaurant has more than one floor.
And that is basically it for San Francisco. Saturday Heather's convention ended at 1:00, she packed everything up and we hit the road for Napa and the wine and great food life! I realize I didn't do the city of San Francisco justice, but I did what I could. It's a huge city and I think to really explore it and all its various neighborhoods, you'd need at least a couple of weeks.