Now I see why my nephew Norman David likes this place so much.
After a couple of nice days in SF, time to hit the road. Said my farewell to Aaron and hit the road.
Time to kill in San Francisco – what to do? Well, after waking up on Aaron’s sofa, I freshened up and drove down to Fisherman’s Wharf. Found a parking lot that let me park all day for $9.50, as long as I entered the lot between 9 and 10. It was only 8:30, so I grabbed a quick breakfast at La Boulange on Columbus before tucking the car away.
Day 5: took the VERY scenic drive to San Francisco from Reno. Almost took the short detour to Lake Tahoe, but no time – gotta meet Aaron for dinner. Reached San Francisco area in about 4 hours (would have been closer to 3 had I not encountered rush hour traffic near the destination.
Met Aaron at a Portuguese restaurant called Fresca on Fillmore. We had a really goo seafood dinner, after which I went and crashed on his sofa. Nice day!
Arrived in Reno at end of Day 4, about 5:30 pm. Definitely could have made it to San Fran or Tahoe, but I’ve never been here, so I’m going to find a cheap hotel room and check the place out.
Had a really restful night in SLC. Can’t say enough good things about the HI express there. Spent a long time freshening from 3 days on the road, and walked to the little sandwich place next door for breakfast. Not many people on the street – it’s Sunday morning in SLC!
Now it’s time to head toward San Fran, but I think I may spend the night in Reno, NV. No sense getting to SF at bedtime – better to arrive fresh, and stay in an inexpensive Reno hotel instead of a god awful expensive one in SF.
Miles out of SLC, I notice the Great Salt Lake. Never realized how frickin huge that thing is. It goes on for miles and miles (75, to be more precise). It’s a wonder. So are the huge piles of salt being produced by the Morton Salt Company. Gotta come back here and cruise around the lake. Experience the extremely easy flotation afforded by it’s high salt and mineral content!
Reaching Nevada after a slight bout of road hypnosis (I could have sworn the car was falling apart, and I was going to swerve off the road!) I stopped for gas in the quintessential rural Nevada pit stop. A couple of gas pumps, a couple of slots, a couple of weathered people. They were friendly. It was nice.
After driving all day, with only a couple of bathroom breaks, I finally reached Salt Lake City around 7 pm. After my pleasant experience with Mexican food in Rapid City, SD, I was in the mood for more. Went on UrbanSpoon and found this place, the Blue Iguana, right downtown. The Enchiladas Amarillas were excellent, the margarita less so. Stick with the lime juice, don’t trust the mix!
After dinner, booked a room in the nicest Holiday Inn Express I’ve ever seen! The rate was only $88.00 (I cried poor, of course). The room seemed more like a W than HI. Lots of modern materials, lots of outlets and USB ports, all the practical stuff a techie traveler could love.
The place was only a block from the Blue Iguana and a couple of blocks from Energy Solitions Arena. Bet the room would have been a lot more if the Jazz had made the playoffs! Lucky me.