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The tide was out further than normal allowing us to slide down the rocks to the where the waves were breaking on the roads below the Golden Gate Bridge. The bridge would only break though the fog at the last glimmer of twilight. The fresh smell of exposed kelp filled the salty air. While foggy the atmosphere seemed quite dry which is quite unusual for a foggy day at the Golden Gate. The fog horn sounded from across the Gate echoing across the hillside above as ships passed under the bridge headed out to their long voyages to distant and mysterious lands. Just a few minutes earlier and the entire bridge was hidden from view but the unusually dry fog promised an opening.
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