International orange. A color I will never tire of. A color name I never knew existed until moving to northern California. A color that should be part of Crayola's 64. A color that no matter how many times I view international orange, my heart skips a beat. 75 years this color shines in the sun, greets ships as they enter the bay, and can sway 3 car lengths in an earthquake or strong winds without nary a break (it's true, and rather frightening!) I may live out here forever, or I may not, either way, every single time I spy the bridge, I will smile and feel so lucky to see the bridge.
Happy birthday dear golden gate. You don't look a day older than 74.