I always dread finals week and then enjoy it more than most of the semester combined when it finally comes. Last week was no different. The Saturday before, Daniel and I headed to Hillcrest to finally, finally try Hash House, which we'd attempted to do for months. Afterward, we drove around the Banker's Hill area for a while. Turns out there's a fantastic old footbridge hidden in the middle of the neighborhood.
I googled it later. Turns out it's called the Spruce Street Bridge and it was built in 1912.
It was gorgeous.
I was a little unnerved by how high it was.
San Diego can be a magical place sometimes.
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