Why I Travel

The Golden Gate Bridge

“You lived in the Bay Area for how long and you never crossed the Golden Gate Bridge?”

It’s a tale as old as time, really.  You spend so long in one place that you begin to take for granted the plentiful opportunities all around you.  It may come to feel commonplace or unexciting.  It’s easy to forget that you once looked at that place with doe-eyed, childlike wonder; it’s easy to reassure yourself that you have plenty of time to explore.  “There’s always tomorrow,” becomes the daily refrain.

Having spent four years of my life living in Berkeley, California, I’m no stranger to the dramatic hills and rolling fog of its big brother to the west, San Francisco.  It captivated me in a way few other cities ever have; that I squandered so many opportunities to get to know it better always left me with the unmistakable pain of regret.

And that gleaming red steel structure, that ubiquitous symbol of my cherished city by the bay?

I’d spent years admiring its grandeur from afar, preferably while perched high atop the Berkeley hills, though any old rooftop would have done just as well.  To watch the sun as it sank into the Pacific ocean, its amber glow growing more intense with each passing minute, was an event that transpired no less than once per day, yet felt like nothing short of a miracle.Buddha Quote Time

But those years flew by, as they often do, much faster than I could have anticipated.  Perhaps in those pre-travel years I didn’t realize what I was missing.  Perhaps I still thought I had time.

I made my way back to San Francisco a year or so after graduation and found myself seated below the bridge, watching cargo ships cruise by while a handful of surfers took their chances in the chilly, Great White-infested bay.  I can’t tell you what kept me from taking advantage of the opportunity yet again, but I seemed content to simply admire its imposing presence from where I sat.

On my most recent visit just a few months ago, the umpteenth, I believe it was, I resolved to finally rectify my years of negligence.  I’d finally make my acquaintance with the Golden Gate Bridge and I’d give it the attention it deserved.

My original intention was to wait for a friend to arrive to the city so we could rent bicycles and cross the bridge together, ending up in Sausalito and catching the ferry back to Fisherman’s Wharf.  Anticipation began to build for what would no doubt be an incredible (albeit long-overdue) experience.

So when I set out on a run one foggy morning from the Marina district, I planned to run only as far as the base of the bridge.  The friend hosting me at the time told me it was roughly 5 miles roundtrip and promised me I’d find a great cup of coffee at the turnaround.

A steady jogging pace that surprised even myself carried me to Crissy Field in record time.  The excitement of being back in a city I loved so much on such a perfectly crisp late summer morning was surely masking the fatigue I should have felt.

Nearing the base of the bridge, I realized my years of procrastination would come to an end that day.  My trajectory diverged sharply to the left as I began the climb up the hill that would lead me to the pedestrian walkway across the bridge.  The intoxicating scent of the eucalyptus grove to my left induced an unexpected pang of nostalgia for my college days at Berkeley and a smile, equally unexpected, spread across my face.Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time and remembering why I travel.

My pace finally slowed as I reached the 101.  I needed a moment to catch my breath–from the exercise or the anticipation, I can’t be sure–before sauntering onward.

Traffic roared by beside me, causing violent vibrations that made my heartbeat quicken once again.  The wind howled, though that much was expected. Walkers and joggers and bikers zipped by; I kept to the right as instructed.  The structure towered above me, in every way more impressive than my imagination, a book, or a photo could have prepared me for.

I finally placed a reluctant hand on the cold steel of the guardrail, followed by the other.  Slight but fleeting vertigo washed over me as my eyes made their way down, down, down to the sea below.  Sailboats appeared no bigger than bath toys.

Approaching the first tower, my eyes drifted up, up, up; my mouth hung open, forming the shape of the word “awe,” but never letting it escape.Golden Gate Bridge

I placed a palm flat against the metal once again, grazed my fingertips across the commemorative plaque.  “Officers. Directors. Engineering Staff. Contractors.”

I attempted to wrap my head around this feat of engineering, one that had been completed a full 77 years earlier, but to no avail.  I settled on just appreciating it instead as I tipped my proverbial hat to those who made it possible.

Before I knew it, I had ambled nearly halfway across the 1.7 mile bridge.  Lost in the sensations, the eminence, the profound contemplation, I had forgotten I still had quite some distance to return.  And I hadn’t even had coffee yet.San Francisco from the Golden Gate Bridge

A few days later, I happily returned to the Golden Gate Bridge, this time by bicycle.  My newfound appreciation for it was only further amplified.  For me, this is the whole point of travel–to experience things firsthand is to appreciate them in a way I never could through a photograph or through words written in a book.

To experience something firsthand, all of your senses work in concert to create a cocktail of sights, sounds, smells and sensations–a moment that can never be reproduced.  It becomes a part of you, and in its own subtle way that you likely won’t notice at first, it changes you.

A good photograph or a nicely written story can compel a person to travel in the first place, or perhaps serve as a crisp, clear memory after the fact. But there is no substitute on this earth for seeing something with your own two eyes.Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.

I had to stand on that bridge with my own two feet to understand its magnitude, its importance, to feel compelled to learn the details of its history.  I had to feel that bridge with my own two hands to have emotions stirred within me that I didn’t know existed, to be made acutely aware of every detail of my surroundings, to be humbled.

To realize that every part of this world is as much alive as I am–this is why I travel.

21 comments

  • Rachel

    Wow Leah, this post really shows the versatility of your writing. It’s excellent. You really captured the emotions of seeing and feeling something for yourself for the first time. I feel like sometimes things we didn’t even know we were that excited to experience turn out to stir emotions you didn’t know you’d have. (I felt this way upon seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time, something I didn’t consider a big deal until I was right there and overcome with a strange awe). Great post. And I’ve always loved that Buddha quote – so pertinent.
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      Aw thank you Rachel, that’s such a wonderful compliment! I agree, I sometimes have to force myself to do things that don’t really obviously excite me because I know once I do it, it will (or at least give me some new things to think about). I remember the day I dipped my feet in the Atlantic for the first time…something about oceans! 🙂
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  • Gerayn - Where my feet are

    Great post! I vacationed in San Francisco the first and only time in 2012. I ran most mornings along the Wharf and biked over the Golden Gate bridge and back. The ride back wasn’t as much fun as we had to cycle UP that hill we rode down to get into Sausalito. Your description brought memories of those vibrations of the traffic on the bridge right back! I may not be able to travel as much as I like but when I can, it’s awe-some!
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      Hehe I would NOT have cycled back up that hill! No sir. I loved cycling over the bridge though and finally visiting Sausalito. I’m glad I could conjure up some nice memories for you 🙂
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  • Phyll

    this is 100% how I felt (though you wrote it much better) when I finally made my way across the Brooklyn bridge last fall, after living there and staring at the darn thing for 4 yrs 🙂 awesome post!
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  • Hayley Simpson

    What a beautifully written post, Leah. I was in San Francisco about three months ago now and two fellow travellers and I decided to ride across the bridge. Unfortunately we had a seriously foggy day to contend with, but once we had made it down the hill to Sausalito… that’s beauty to me 🙂
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      You are too kind, Hayley. It really is a beautiful ride, and I’m so thankful I finally got to do it! The view of San Francisco from Sausalito, too…oh boy, can’t beat it! 🙂

  • Justine

    It really is amazing how little we do in the places we live. I feel like traveling has really changed the way I view California (my home state). In recent years I’ve really started to approach it as a tourist and changing my perspective has completely opened my eyes to how many wonderful things California has to offer…things I always took for granted or simply never took the time to experience! When I lived in Santa Cruz I visited San Francisco for concerts or to visit friends, but I don’t feel like I ever got to know it. I’ve still never been to Sausalito…clearly I have a lot more to experience in the Bay Area too 😉
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      Yet another of travel’s many, many benefits, is making us realize how much we HAD been taking these places for granted! I came back from all those years of travel able to see San Francisco as a veritable treasure trove, even though relatively speaking it was already pretty familiar to me. You have to get to Saustalito, it’s the cutest little town ever! 🙂

  • Franca

    I love every single word of this post Leah! I haven’t seen the bridge you are talking about myself, but I totally understand how you might have felt and what you mean when you say that you think you have time but that might not be the case. I now try to be better at just do and see things at any opportunity that comes along, without saying that there will be another chance to do so.
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      Thank you Franca! I’m the same, I’ve realized we don’t always get second (or third, or fourth) chances to see some of these things ourselves so we should take advantage of the opportunities we do get, but at the same time I guess I’ve also come to a point where I’ve realized I’m NEVER possibly going to see everything, and if I miss out on a few things, that’s okay (I know longer suffer from FOMO–fear of missing out–like I used to!). 🙂
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      You are so sweet! What a lovely compliment, you just made my day 🙂

    • La Mochilera (author)

      Thank you Cecilia! Thanks for stopping by, I’m glad you enjoyed the post 🙂

  • Leslie

    Its funny, I now live in Prague and hardly visit the great sights here. I was just saying to my other half that it would be a good idea to create a list of the best things to see – before we leave and end up somewhere else…
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    • La Mochilera (author)

      Yes! That’s why I tend to always come up with a “bucket list” for each place I live so that I carve out the time to do the touristy things I would otherwise just keep putting off. Great idea, let me know how it goes!

  • Emily

    Damn girl, you can really write! 🙂 Excellent post.

    • La Mochilera (author)

      Aw shucks… Thanks Em 🙂

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