Driving

So I'm sitting at the airport waiting for my plane, which is delayed by 2 hours. So instead of getting home at a decent hour, it's going to be nearly midnight when I get there. Anyway, at least I'm done traveling for a while and I can go back to my mostly regular life for a while. Not that I'll have free time, but at least I'll be busy at home with regular internet access. It's amazing how incomplete I feel when I can't check my email. So weird.

So today I didn't feel like going wine tasting, even though I had plenty of time. I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my time since I had plenty of it. I probably could have come to SF and gone to the museum or something, but I don't have a map, or internet access to a map, and since I'm by myself, the odds of me navigating successfully seemed bleak.

So instead I opted to go for a drive up through the rest of wine country and back down the 101 so I would see the Golden Gate Bridge. Right past your favorite city, Sausalito. Anyway, the drive was actually mostly really beautiful. It kind of reminded me of the Blue Ridge Parkway. Except with alcohol. It's actually very nice up there, but I can't imagine living there. What do people do for work? I'm guessing it's either something in wine or something that makes no money. But at least it's pretty. For a few minutes I considered driving all the way down to SD, but then remembered how far it is, and how not fun it would be in reality, even though in the imagination it seems freewheeling and fun.

Anyway, I think that's all the depressed I want to convey at the moment.