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Golden Gate Bridge

I woke up at 5:30am with the goal to travel 800 miles, from Orem, Utah to The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California.

At 6:00am the air was cold and crisp at around 40 degrees. As I traveled across I-80, and the great salt flats, the sun began to rise and I began to finally wake up.

I arrived to Windover on fumes, and slightly concerned with my tripometer showing 186 miles. That was the longest, straight run on the Nomad that I have ever traveled. I'm sure glad that I didn't run out of gas on the first leg of my trip.

After leaving Windover it was all boring, hot, desert that I raced through, averaging 85-90mpg for about 400 miles.

When I arrived near Tahoe area, the temperature dropped back down to the 60s and the scenery considerably changed. It is amazing how beautiful and variegated America is.

I continued toward the bay area with caution as the traffic thickened and worsened.

As I was getting closer to the bridge, I notice a large, thick cloud of what I first thought was smoke. As I got closer I realized it was the thickest fog that I had ever seen. As I entered into the fog, visibility diminished to about 20 feet.

I only had about 40 mile until I reached the bridge, so I decided to carefully manage my way though the fog and traffic.

When I arrived to the bridge, I didn't even know it. My GPS told me that I was about 100 feet beside the bridge and in a perfect location for a picture, but I couldn't see a thing. I could hear the ocean and the traffic, but couldn't see anything. What a extreme disappointment.

I decided to stay there, in hopes that the ocean breeze would blow the fog away and that I might be able to see something in the morning.

The next day everything was completely soaked, but it never rained. The fog didn't dissipate, but instead it thickened. I slept in and waited until 10:00am to cross the bridge. As I motorcycled, water was beading up on my windshield and flying over me as if it was raining, but it wasn't! It was so foggy that as I was crossing the bridge I was barely able to see the sides of it!

After a disappointing morning I continued to ride down the coastline until I reached Ventura, my destination.

Jared M. Gant

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