Well, I had a phenomenal weekend in San Francisco, where the sun was out and the weather was warm. I spent a few hours lounging on Baker Beach and soaking in views of the Pacific with friends. We manged to get 5 people, 3 dogs, and 3 six packs in the car for the drive over there--not too shabby.
This morning it was back to the races. I flew out to Salt Lake City where we've got two events on the menu this week--the Outdoor Retailer show downtown, and The North Face Masters of Snowboarding up at Snowbird resort.
I wasn't expecting to have much to post in the way of photos early in the week, but I had the unexpected pleasure of capturing some shots from my window seat on the plane. After 3 hours of delays due to heavy fog, when I finally got up in the air, the perspective on San Francisco was incredible.
I also got to snag a shot of snowy Lake Tahoe when I accidentally opened my shade and looked outside.
But this last view was the one I was anticipating the whole flight. I remember so vividly when our family moved out to Utah in March of 1995--I was a curious little 11 year old, waiting to see what this new city would bring to our lives. When we began our descent towards our new home, I peeped out the window and I felt my jaw drop as I looked around at all the majestic, snow-covered mountains surrounding the urban sprawl. That memory has stayed with me all these years, and although I exclusively take aisle seats these days on my journeys, I will always opt for the window when I know I'm coming to Utah in the winter. The magic is still there.
Looking forward to a week full of old friends, new events, and stunning scenery.
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