This time around I decided to take transit the entire way to Reno: The Zephyr. I must say that this is probably the most luxurious, though likely also the slowest, way to travel anywhere. I had a spacious seat, a table, non-obnoxious fellow passengers, and of course a bar. I took that opportunity to indulge in the various food and libations they offered for an expensive but still reasonable sum. Drinking on a train? Sure, I think that’s really what the train is about.

For $83, or $42 during non-holiday months, it took me about 8 hours inclusive (Bart + CC + Zephyr transfers) to get to Reno, then about 40 minutes in a car with the lovely Sarah to Carson City.

The train ride gave me a lot of time to think. I don’t mean the kind of brooding and deciding kind of little mind thinking, but just letting my big mind go about it’s business of thinking about what I should do next in life. At Thanksgiving I discussed and re-iterated my choice to get involved in city government, and after family time I discussed my ideas again over drinks with Tim. I think that I’m on the path to making some really good choices, in the aspiration of doing something amazing for myself and everyone else.