That's what I said this morning as we had lattes and almond croissants down at the ferry building. When Paull stopped laughing he told me that the bridge in question was just a "random" bridge. I finally found the correct bridge as we drove across it on the way to Wine Country, Napa Valley.
What a great day! Sunny, blue sky, rolling hills, wine tasting, picnic from the deli (with wine) and return trip by ferry past Alcatraz. Can I just keep travelling for ever? I need to make a million, fast!