The Chrysopylae

To this Gate I give the name of “Chrysopylae, “ or Golden Gate, for the same reason that the harbor of Byzantium was called “Chrysoceras, “ or Golden Horn.
Capt. John C. Fremont

Coming up so suddenly out of damp gray blindness, Harry was amazed to see how bright it was, and how clearly he could see. As he climbed higher into the starlit brightness the fog became only a rolling gray river beneath him. It poured in through the Golden Gate in great gray billows, spread out over the water of the bay, and spilled up onto the surrounding land. To the south, the tops of some of the tallest buildings looked like the last remains of a sunken city. As Harry turned in his circling flight, he caught a glimpse of the twin towers of the Golden Gate Bridge, barely showing above the foggy flood. Farther north, small patches of the hills of Marin could be seen through the fog breakers that dashed over their tops and almost seemed to splash down to the bay below.
Zilpha Keatley Snyder, Black and Blue Magic

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