My journey of seven miles began with a single step.

Right now I’m sitting with my throbbing feet up in my friend Derek’s La-Z-Boy in his apartment in Palo Alto. That’s right, the BlogHer conference is over, but my trip to California is only about half-way through. Finally I am out of the frigid San Francisco air and in a more appropriately balmy place.

Today we took a cable car ride from Powell Street over to the Fisherman’s Wharf neighbourhood. On the way there the cable car hit a parked car on the steepest hill in North America, and we all had to hoof it off the trolley while a truck pushed it up the hill. We were told to return to our exact previous seats by the cable car staff who seriously don’t mess around. (Sidenote: Two women were so ridiculously stupid that they thought that moment was the perfect opportunity to pose for a photo while hanging off the front of the trolley. GROW A BRAIN, LADIES.)

Derek and I had planned to meet up at the north end of the Golden Gate Bridge, which I thought was a really cool plan. Little did I know that getting there would involve my walking until my ankles were the size of grapefruits. I don’t know why I do this to myself…if I had taken five minutes to try and figure out where I could hop on a bus for a few bucks, I’d have saved myself seven miles of walking. Instead I foolishly told myself, “I’ll just head in that direction and get there eventually.” Eventually. Seven miles later eventually.

I’m a little afraid to get out of this chair because I think I might just do a face plant into the carpet, and I just can’t risk doing that in front of Derek’s Buddha statue. I need good karma.

Even though that long walk was so tiring, it was pretty kick-ass walking up to and across the bridge. I took pictures with my new cell phone and sent them to Graham so he could follow along and see what I was doing. He replied with text messages that said things like, “Wow, that’s so cool, wish I was with you,” and “Rice-a-roni!”

I took some great shots of the bridge as I walked over, too, and if I could walk right now I’d totally get my firewire to upload them to Flickr, but I’m afraid it’s just not going to happen. Instead I’m going to roll down the hallway and into bed, where I’ll dream of pelicans, salty sea air and the pounding of my feet on the pavement.

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