On Friday morning around 10:00 am, I got in the car, and headed out on I-80 West.  After driving through the salt flats, and considering stopping by at the Bonneville Speedway, I arrived in Wendover, where I took a little break, and had lunch at the local Subway.  Back on the road, I started listening to the book-on-tape of "The Fellowship of Ring," which was quite enjoyable, although the reader's voice was a bit too soothing, and I felt myself get a bit drowsy.  So I stopped in Wells (home of the fairly recent earthquake) and took a nap.  Upon awakening, I felt reinvigorated, and made the rest of the day's trip non-stop to Reno.

The weather got a bit bad that night, with some snow flurries in Reno.  Thankfully, I found myself a comfortable Motel 6, and spent the night peacefully.  The next morning, I checked the weather, took my time getting ready, and headed back out.  The most treacherous part of the road goes through Donner Pass, known for its bad weather, winding roads, and cannibalism.  Lucky for me, the weather was fine, the roads were good, and I didn't have to resort to eating human flesh to get through.

So after, descending in to the valley, and then getting stuck in stop-and-go traffic around Sacramento, I reached the Bay Area, where I-80 lead me straight to the Bay Bridge, connecting Oakland and San Francisco.  I was surprised at how clogged that area was, and at the $4 toll to cross the bridge.  But as I was crossing, I realized how inconceivably expensive a bridge like that must be to engineer and build, and I suppose they have to cover their costs somehow.

I navigated the streets of San Francisco surprisingly well, and without any missed turns, found my way to the Sunset district, and pulled up to David Peterson's place on Noriega St.  He graciously let me in, provided me with a room, and some information regarding the singles ward and the neighborhood.

On Sunday, I found my way to church, and met the group of LDS singles in the area, which was considerably large.  I got some advice regarding where to look for places to live, tips about the public transit, etc.  That evening, I headed out to Berkeley to meet an old high school friend, Alex Kessinger, who was hosting a taco night with his wife and baby.  I had an enjoyable evening there, and was able to meet and chat with some of the locals.  On the way back to the city, I witnessed the angel island fire, which I couldn't tell if it was some sort of pyrotechnics display or a real fire.  Turns out it was real.

Now I'm getting busy looking for a place to live.  I've got some good advice, some good leads, and hopefully something will be coming of it very soon.  I'll post more information about the house hunting chronicles soon.