October 15, 2003
Do you know the way to Santa Fé?
Early this morning, Web Woman took me to SMF (that's Sacramento Municipal Field to you) to join my fine fellows from PowerSchool. We were all going to take the same plane to Albuquerque together, and then make our way in an car caravan to Santa Fé. (Does that seem unsafe to you, all of us taking the same flight? We had that conversation on the way. Apparently it's common for corporations to have by-laws that prohibit their executives from traveling on the same plane. However, this same prohibition does not apply to engineers. Odd, that.)
Our plane awaits the call to board.
While boarding I took this picture of John Steele — he looked comfy in his seat.
John Steele relaxes in his man-of-the-people seat in coach.
Later, I noticed that Rich Gay was sitting a few rows behind me — he had been using his computer for such a long time, I think his head was really into it.
Rich Gay, the Man in the Machine
Since Sacramento is a "river city," I took this picture of the American River. Isn't it pretty?
The American River winds its way through Sacramento.
We arrived in the Albuquerque airport after an exciting landing (ugh). While we waiting for our luggage, we noticed someone holding a sign with a familiar name: 4D, Inc.
Mr. 4D? Is there a Mr. 4D?
Luggage re-captured, rental cars obtained — and we're off on the road trip phase of the journey!
I knew I should have turned left at Albuquerque!
I was in the minivan, which was driven by our fine fellow Willie Alberty (who is also my roommate for the duration of the Summit — my condolences, Mr. Alberty). Along the way, Doug von Roeder regaled us with tales of his former life here in the area. He pointed out many local attractions and features of the natural history. Rounding up the crew was Robert Pollard. We passed a few billboards of a political nature:
No nukes is good nukes. Except when your whole local economy depends on it!
And, of course, there were the many Indian reservations, each one replete with the requisite Indian Casino, baby!
Righteous Irony or Moral Blight? You make the call...
At last, we arrived in Santa Fé and found the hotel (after a zippy jaunt through the historic downtown). Let the Summiting begin! Posted by bryan at October 15, 2003 06:00 PM