Trains, Planes, and Automobiles

Sitting in the Four Points Sheraton in Portland, typing on Dad's laptop. It's a very nice hotel room; everything is light wood and white walls, so it seems bigger, and it has a high speed internet connection.

The train was so cool. It got to Emeryville about two hours late, and arrived at Union Station about six hours late, but y'know, it's cool, because it was really relaxing, and the scenery along the way was absolutely gorgeous. There was a mini-movie theater downstairs, where I watched Along Came Polly with a woman from LA we met at dinner. Unfortunately, there was a freon leak in the car so it felt rather like a sauna, but it was all good. In fact, the entire experience could probably be boiled down to "it was all good."

Saw David (my cousin), that was cool. This was in 'Frisco, before we took the bus to Emeryville. We wandered around the Ferry Building and Pier 39 for a while, had dinner, went to Starbucks. Took pictures and promised to write.

The coastal highway was pretty hot, too. I am really glad that I couldn't drive, as the road looked hellish. There was even a rock slide that was in the process of being cleared. It was pretty, though. We left way too early in the morning, when the ocean was still all foggy and grey. The sea blended into the sky; I thought it looked unfinished, like someone forgot to finish painting it. By late morning, though, the ocean was blue and some of the clouds had cleared, and the view was absolutely gorgeous.

I'll babble about Claremont at some point in the future. Right now I'm done talking. Tomorrow afternoon is Reed, then going home in the evening. Maybe we'll go to Powell's, which is a city-block-large bookstore, maybe we won't. Dunno. At any rate, good night.