Tuesday, May 8, 2012

75 Years


This month we celebrate the Golden Gate Bridge’s 75th anniversary. After only four years of building, it was finished in 1937 and became a new landmark that is known all over the world. Thanks to the engineering mastermind Joseph B Strauss and architects Gertrude and Irving Murrow it didn’t become the eyesore of concrete pylons and yellow stripes that the navy was in favor of, but turned into one of the most beautiful suspension bridges on this planet. Watching its tall rusty-red (called “International Orange”) pillars in the setting sun takes one's breath away.

One of my dreams from a rather early age on had been to see the Golden Gate Bridge with my very own eyes. I had seen pictures of it and on TV, in various movies, and I had promised myself that one day I would cross that bridge. 

This day came in late February 2001, a drizzling, cold evening. We had just landed in San Francisco and were driving north to what might become our new home. And although the fine rain drops collected on the windshield of our car, we could see the majesty of this beautiful bridge that stood with its hundreds of lights before a dark sky. I had goose bumps all over while we were passing under the first pillar and then the second one. 

Over the years we have found many wonderful places that offer a fantastic view of the bridge. One of my favorites is from the Marin Headlands where you can see the bridge with San Francisco in the background. This is spectacular when the sun hovers deep over the ocean, casting its golden-red light onto the bridge and the city. It is wonderful when the fog rolls in and covers parts of the bridge. More often than not we actually didn’t see the bridge but saw faint outlines in the fog. Another favorite is the view from Baker Beach from where I took this photo.  

Since that very first rainy day we have crossed the Golden Gate Bridge many times. We walked it enjoying the ever present wind and chilly conditions. My Girl Scout troop did its bridging from Brownies to Junior Girl Scouts here, walking the entire length of 1.7 miles from the Fort Point lookout to the Marin side. Whenever we come back from Germany we have to cross the bridge and that is when we think “we’re home”. But no matter how often we cross it, I still get goose bumps – those of the really good kind.

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9 comments:

gina said...

Your love and appreciation of this wonderful bridge comes through in your words and beautiful picture. It is such an icon!

JoZart said...

Happy Birthday to the Golden Gate! I crossed it twice during our West Coast tour a few years ago and didn't see it in it's wonderful glory you relate! We were there during July/August and no one told us how cold San Francisco can be in the mornings until the mist/fog rises and burns off. The little we saw of the bridge was shrouded by the mist. I really did enjoy that leg of our trip and the Nappa Valley. I'd return to SF any day!
JoZarty x
Hope your move is progressing well.

Kokopelli said...

Wonderful bridge! I've seen pics from a colleague who visited the bridge and SF lately.

patty said...

Beautiful, Carola! I have many similar feeling about the Mackinac Bridge which connects the Lower and Upper Peninsulas of Michigan, where I grew up and is something like 5 miles long. As I cross or stand on these bridges, I am always in utter awe as to how they were ever built in the first place. Waaaay beyond my scope of understanding. Takes my breath away!

ZielonaMila said...

Fantastic the photograph and interesting information about this beautiful bridge. I am greeting

see you there! said...

Crossing the Golden Gate never loses its magic for me.

Darla

JoZart said...

Re the table/strawberries... my neighbour made me a stainless steel top FREE!! He has an engineering business. It is a fabulous surface for every craft!
Jo x

Sadee Schilling said...

Beautiful! What a wonderful memory of the first days living in the US, Carola. I love that the bridge has not lost its magic for you.

Ginnie said...

I loved this there and I love it here, again, Carola. :)