A nice, clear, warm, blue sky, not a cloud in sight day. We make our way to the Golden Gate bridge. Drive over it and park at the viewing area on the other side.
Then starts the wait and tactic of finding a parking spot and actually muscling the car in the parking space before anyone else can. By the time we accomplish the feat and step out of the car we see clouds literally pouring in from the small hill above.
A mad dash to take a good look at the Golden Gate before the clouds obstruct the view completely, only to figure out this is the famous SFO fog we are looking at. Which seems to be coming in waves. One wave each for the two towers of the bridge.
A windy, huddle inside your jacket, walk on the bridge. The tower looks amazing covered up by the fog.
As you step up to the tower, magic..no fog in sight. The tower stands tall, impressing the hell out of everyone.
Turn around time. Fog is still on the little hill but nowhere else.
Back to the car. No fog to be seen. Only the impressive Golden Gate bridge in all its bright red glory.