My sister and I crossed 2 bridges on our “Urban Hike” of seven San Diego bridges. There were 5 to go, and it was so fun to navigate through the streets with just some written instructions, sightseeing while on the lookout for bridges.
Bridge #3 was a driving bridge and wasn’t very ornate but it had a plaque that might have been important.
This was not a bridge. What a fantastic house! Who can afford to live here??
Bridge #4 was an old suspension footbridge for folks from 1st Street to be able to get to the 4th Street trolley without hiking a mile or two around the canyon.
Oh Wow! Another Little Free Library! (Yeppers, that is my foot in the reflection, wearing my trusty hiking Teva sandals.)
Bridge #5 was another footbridge spanning a canyon. I wonder if litterers and dumpers see the sign and say, “Oh no, we can’t dump things here!”
So many beautiful and interesting city things for this country girl to ogle, ooh and ahh at.
It was a long distance to bridge #6. The route took us through Hillcrest, one of San Diego’s many neighborhoods.
Finally. Bridge #6, one constructed in the 1990s. We were getting hot and tired. If there had been a stream, I would have put my feet in, but first, there are no streams running in San Diego in the early fall, and second, such behavior might be frowned upon in a city. That’s the trouble with this “urban hiking”!
This bridge had some beautifully designed signs and art along its considerable distance. There were metal cutouts with blue plexiglass behind, and this quote caught my attention.
Bye-bye, Bridge #6.
Bridge #7 was a little meh, in spite of the nice design. We were hot and tired. There was another mile to trudge back to Balboa Park, and it crossed no bridges. If we had been less hardy instead of farm girls from Tulare County who were raised to never complain, perhaps we would have called Uber. But nope, not us!
Thus we conclude our saga of my visit to Sandy Eggo, a city and county of many dear people in my life, many memories, and I hope, many future visits.
Hey!! I’ve got those exact same trusty Teva “hiking sandals” (though I don’t hike in them)! Had them for centuries, & despair of what to do when they finally give up the ghost.
Your San Diego saga made this Bay Area gal want to visit there someday.
Bev, if I were in your shoes (teeheehee), I’d go looking on eBay and Amazon for a pair of Hurricanes (that is the style of Tevas I wear) and when you see them, buy them!
San Diego is so fun, and such a different atmosphere than places in the Bay Area. Hard to believe they are in the same state.
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Hey!! I’ve got those exact same trusty Teva “hiking sandals” (though I don’t hike in them)! Had them for centuries, & despair of what to do when they finally give up the ghost.
Your San Diego saga made this Bay Area gal want to visit there someday.
Bev, if I were in your shoes (teeheehee), I’d go looking on eBay and Amazon for a pair of Hurricanes (that is the style of Tevas I wear) and when you see them, buy them!
San Diego is so fun, and such a different atmosphere than places in the Bay Area. Hard to believe they are in the same state.
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