Nothing relevant, just a personal memory. My ex (friends again after decades, her idea) was *deathly* acrophobic. I took her there to the bridge to enjoy a stroll across when we were together, back in the Eighties. She couldn’t make herself even start. I don’t push people on their phobias, even if they’re irrational- they’re life-and-death serious to the person that has them. We got some nice pics from the part of the bridge approach that’s not off the ground. We were in SF (visiting an Iowa Class battleship) for the 50th anniversary of the bridge. It was closed to vehicles and open to pedestrians, and the weight of them all *flattened the arch of the bridge*. I told her, ‘No way we’re going *anywhere near* that.