This isn’t Kansas anymore
I’m staying up in Mill Valley while I am out here in meetings, a city just north of San Francisco and somewhat outside of the fog. While the humidity here is nothing like it is in the South or on the East Coast, it’s different enough from Utah to feel both tropical, almost like another country. I love coming here in winter to escape the snow and inversion, but even in September it feels magical. Just look at that goddamn tree.
Off to more meetings and powerpoint presentations and discussing what bucket is in line with my wheelhouse.