Golden Hills and a Little Champagne in Napa Valley
August 12th 2008 I'm not going to lie; it felt wonderful to leave San Francisco. We headed north on the 101. After nearly taking out some pedestrians, we found ourselves on the Golden Gate Bridge. The bridge is, well, very long, which means my dad would hate it. It was also beautiful and covered in a thick, cool fog. From its streets, we could look back on the city.
We didn't have to go too far
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