I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time.
I rode a cable car for the first time since we moved from The City so many years ago.
We ate at the Cliff House and thought of our great uncle who helped build the second Cliff House in 1895.
The most memorable one was standing in the cemetery at the Presidio of San Francisco to visit my grandfather's grave. The surrounding groves of eucalyptus trees shaded the markers as you heard the sounds of seagulls in the distance.
We'll never forget you, PapaDad...
Nancy ~ 137/365