But I finished the onsite portion of my work on Monday, and am home again; It is good to be back in Pittsburgh if not in Trafford. I dislike flying as much as ever, but the lights of Vegas in the night were worthy of some awe, I slept on the long flight back to Pittsburgh, and 18 hours later I even have my luggage again. Too bad I didn't know right away and waited well into rush hour to determine it wasn't there.
There is something oddly refreshing about flinging myself around and sometimes over the bay at, um, fast, in a little red not-really-sportscar; I did however miss out on my usual jaunt up the coast on California 1 to enjoy the scenery; Devil's Slide turns out to have slid and was closed when I got there, so I turned around and went back to Half Moon Bay instead of the trip up through Pacifica I wanted to make. Likewise, though, coming off the freeway at the east end of the Dumbarton Bridge Sunday morning and turning south onto I-880 as Killers' "Smile Like You Mean It" came up was a nice rush.
I also caught a couple shots of an Amtrak train arriving in Jack London Square, Oakland, Saturday early evening, though the lighting was poor. Seems like a neat area. As always I wish there was more time to spend. I never did find anything quite like the Beehive down near Palo Alto. I guess some things are unique, and that's not really a bad thing.