Letter To Memphis

I am writing from San Francisco now. I made it. It only took 6 1/2 hours, a speeding ticket, and a 40 minute traffic jam (a semi had jackknifed and rolled its trailer onto its side igniting something and blocking both lanes of traffic on the 101). I got here just after it got completely dark so I didn't get to enjoy the scenery.

As for this morning, it's foggy here in the Presidio. Our apartment has a really nice light feel to it with all of its windows. We're on the 3rd floor which gives us a commanding view of some empty dirt space, the parking lot, lots of fog, the ocean, and more fog. I love it. On the way to church we got onto the 101 just twenty feet past the toll booths for the Golden Gate Bridge, and we could not see the bridge! Not even one speck of red paint. You would never have known it was there.

We met some other first-year students and their wives at church today and invited them over tonight after dinner. One couple is from T.O., the other is from Washington/American Fork. On the way home from church, we drove around the Presidio for a short tour. Where the church is- real close to downtown S.F.- it was sunny, while the Presidio is still shrouded in fog. Pretty neat. Lincoln Blvd, the road that runs by our apartments and above the coastline has fog rolling over your head like it's blowing out of some giant machine. You can watch it just pour over the road, just out of reach above you. The G.G. Bridge was clear on its underbelly. You could see the water, the supports, and the underside of the bridge's deck, but that was all. No towers, no cables. Not even "oh, I see it, but it's really hazy." Just not there. Coooooool.

I'm looking forward to exploring the city. Lots of weird, eccentric, unique, and majestic stuff to see.

Thank you Mom and Dad for the tremendous amount of help and your generosity and hospitality.