My flight to San Francisco took me over the Grand Canyon.



The Colorado River (or one of its tributaries) cuts through the rock.



A plateau. These Grand Canyon pictures are a study in geology.



These two match up almost perfectly.



Neato!



Exotic-looking water. Lake Mead?



The representatives from our district: Angela (manager), Stephanie (my boss), Diane (manager), and me.
(photo taken by Brandon)



Angela, me, and Stephanie.
(photo taken by Diane)



Diane and I.
(photo taken by who knows)



Lisa (company president) and I.
(photo taken by some woman)



At the hotel bar.
(photo taken by who knows)



The hotel I stayed at.



Rolling hills on the way to Modesto.



Seals in Fisherman's Wharf.



Lots of seals.



Alcatraz. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to take a tour.



Brandon (another manager), Diane, and I in front of Alcatraz.
(photo taken by Robert)



This guy followed us around on his unicycle. He was unbelievably gay.



Jeremy. He's the manager I shared a room with.



The Golden Gate Bridge from afar.



The Golden Gate Bridge.



A closer look.



Another shot.



Me at Golden Gate Bridge.
(photo taken by Robert)



Here's a cross-section of one of the cables that supports the Golden Gate Bridge. Each cable is made of thousands of little cables.



A pet cemetery near the Golden Gate Bridge.



The Transamerica building. Know what Transmerica does?



Lucky shot.



City Hall.



Pac Bell Park, home of the San Francisco Giants. Unfortunately, we didn't get to go inside.



San Francisco from nearby Twin Peaks.



Taking shots with Andrea (another manager), Brandon, and Diane.
(photo taken by some guy)



Laura (college buddy), me, and Laura.
(photo taken by Laura's friend)



One of Laura's friends shows us her new tattoo.