The first mile was totally fine and then we got to what is now known as "the hill." And I made sure to not make eye contact with Ryan. Because it was steep and I knew he wouldn't be happy. We got to the top and I exclaimed, "That wasn't too bad!" He laughed, "No hills!? What do you call that?" The conversation ended there because (thankfully) we had a beautiful distraction as the hill led us directly to the bridge.
There were definitely more hills than I expected, and the ride was longer than I had planned, but I'm glad we did it (and I think Ryan would agree). It was a wonderful day.
On our way to the Golden Gate Bridge we stopped by the Palace of Fine Arts for some pictures. This one might make an appearance in our new apartment as a canvas print.
Views of the Golden Gate Bridge.
After our trip across the Golden Gate we rode under the bridge and found a side street that took us to a fishing pier. The wind was fierce and the fog was rolling in, but I managed to grab a few shots before the bridge completely disappeared. 
From San Francisco we continued our ride to sunny Sausalito where we had lunch (yummy burgers and Lappert's ice cream) and took off our jackets for the first time. We made the decision to continue to Tiburon, riding the path that stretches through the Bothin Marsh in Mill Valley. In Tiburon we took a ferry back to the Port in San Francisco to return our bikes. The fog was rolling into the ocean from the hills and it was really a beautiful site.

And a shot of San Francisco as we came into port.

Next stop: Muir Woods and Napa Valley
























































