Usually I’m not interested in traveling alone, but when I’m traveling for my passion of fighting the tobacco industry, making short trips with my partner at home with the dogs makes sense. Part of my time will be occupied with no way to really involve him if he doesn’t have a passion for the subject matter. I have traveled to multiple countries for multiple weeks “by myself,” but everywhere I went, I made connections or renewed connections so that I had an amazing time. There’s also something to be said of not being delayed by anyone who might be slower-moving than I am, which includes when I used to travel with my young daughter.

This first picture is taken at SFO. Once again (as in June) I was traveling through Harvey Milk Terminal. Unfortunately I was moving too much and this was not in focus.

I took some pictures of Shea’s hometown, Pittsburg (CA).

I took some pictures of Lake Tahoe.

These are pictures of my return to San Francisco.

I got very lucky in two ways. I was able to catch an earlier flight because I got to O’Hare early enough and saw another direct flight to SFO with the same airline. I had all my luggage with me as I always travel light. I went on “standby,” but it was a bit of a joke because as you can see we took off and I got many rows to myself. I stretched out and slept, although I left my seat belt done since there was a little turbulence. It was great to get some sleep and have so much room. An almost perfect flight.