Vista Points and Golden Gates
I wake up feeling brand new. I’m still on Detroit time though, so it’s very early. But that’s great. It gives me time to relax and think and plan and dream - and continue to express all kinds of gratitude aloud. “Grateful for what was. Grateful for what is. Grateful for what will be.” This is all I can say.
After exploring the route for my drive from the website I found again and again, I decide to head out. I load up my bags in the trunk of my new baby - aka the convertible, leave the keys in the room and roll! It’s a glorious day. It’s not hot, but it’s warm and sunny. It’s about 60 degrees or so. Just beautiful. After syncing up my phone with the baby’s system, my route is all loaded and Google maps is telling me exactly what I need to know.
Since it was dark when I arrived at the hotel, I’m getting a chance to really see how cute everything is. There are a lot of cafes, coffee shops and different restaurants. I see a pretty equal mix of Mexican food and places that offer pho and other noodle and rice dishes. It’s a very quaint area - and so close to the airport.
I’m enjoying the ride to the Golden Gate Bridge. I saw the bridge many years ago during a trip to San Francisco and Oakland. But I was a different person then. It actually seems like a lifetime ago. I thought the bridge was cool and all, but I wasn’t nearly as into it as I am now. And there it is before me!
I’m really excited now! And it’s so beautiful! And I’m trying to record and drive and take it all in. None of that is working. As I get across the bridge, on the right, I see a sign that holds two words with an arrow that I will forever be excited to see and ready to experience: Vista Point. This particular one is the Vista Point Golden Gate Bridge.
I find a place to park that is near a set of stairs. There are people running, jogging, and walking up and down them. Further to my left is where people are heading with their cameras - so that’s the way I go. Ahead of me is an amazing perspective of the Golden Gate Bridge, the mountains, and the Pacific Ocean. Majestic isn’t the word. People are everywhere. All kinds of people. I hear so many different languages being spoken, but everyone is excited and happy They are taking photos and enjoying the scenes that surround us. There’s so much to see. The mountain on my right, on the other side of the bridge, is gorgeous. Directly in front of me is the Pacific Ocean and way out and to the left is Alcatraz and The Bay Bridge that connects San Francisco to Oakland, California.
I’m enjoying all of this. And I captured some wonderful scenes from the Vista Point.
After walking around the whole area, I make a pit stop, leave some Little Bit Cards in the restroom and make my way to the stairs. Initially , it’s cool. A leisurely walk. I’m on the Golden Gate Bridge looking around. But the more people jog past me and the more I remember my promise to myself about being open to all opportunities… Right then and there I decide that I am going to walk over the bridge and walk back.
This is a HUGE deal. With the weight I’ve lost, I’m feeling healthy and strong - damn near spry! I can do this. I know I can. And I do. The closer I get to the middle of the bridge, the more proud I am about what I’m doing and how I’m feeling about it. I step over, pull out my phone, and place a video call to my personal trainer, Sydni. By the time she answers all I can do is scream.
Besides being a trainer, Sydni is a phenomenal make-up artist. That’s actually how I met her. When she answers the phone she’s clearly working on a make-up client. It’s quiet. Until my sound connects….and all I can do is scream her name and tell her how grateful I am for her commitment to me and to my commitment to myself. I’m talking all about how happy I am to be walking the bridge while being able to laugh and talk with her and not be out of breath. I can’t hear a word she says, but her smile says it all. Not to mention that she’s clapping her hands and blowing me kisses at the same time. What a moment!
It took me a little while to cross the bridge, but it wasn’t because I was tired. I walked, took pictures, and let the moment and environment take over. I’m living in the moment and proud of it. As I complete the walk back to my car, my happy bank is already so full! What else does the day hold? How much better can this get?
I get back in the car and hit the road. Pacific Coast Highway, here I come!