While the Board was gone (and/or after I'd about given up on it ever coming back), I had time to plan and take my first vacation in two years: a week in Northern California. Saturday, November 13th, I caught the Northbound Coast Starlight to San Francisco. The California Academy of Sciences, the DeYoung, the Exploratorium, the Cable Car Barn, the Pampanito, the O'Brien, and part of the Maritime Museum was open. The House of Prime Rib was open, but The Stinking Rose and Pompei's Grotto were still closed. 42nd Street Moon had a production of Sondheim's "A Little Night Music," and the SF Symphony had concerts. And best of all, the Columbus Motor Inn was open. There was a lot of turnover in staff, but the new people are just as nice as the old people. Those of us in Southern California owe Frank Gehry a debt of gratitude for giving Disney Hall a downright cavernous outer lobby, making vax-card screening very convenient. Not so at Davies Hall: with its tiny outer lobby, the poor San Francisco concertgoers have to be screened on the sidewalk. In a climate with somewhat less mild winters. Friday the 19th was time to move on: I caught a morning Capitol to Sacramento. The Vagabond was closed to the general public, hosting "city guests" (not sure whether they were VIPs, homeless, COVID patients, or convicts, but it wasn't fortified. I was stuck with the Holiday Inn (more money for less service and less space). Sacramento has a new science museum, in the old power company building along the river. Unfortunately, while I was there, it also had a construction site blocking the direct pedestrian routes from Old Sac. It took forever (and a lot of dumb luck) to get a cab there; fortunately, they accepted my admission an hour after my scheduled time, and even helped me get back to my hotel, after closing time. The California State Railroad Museum's new NMRA-sponsored gallery, "The Magic of Scale Model Railroading," opened a few months ago, and it's beautiful. It also contains more relics of John Allen and his renowned Gorre & Daphetid (which caught fire only days after he died) than I knew still existed. I knew that my favorite Sacramento restaurant wouldn't be there any more, as it closed shortly after my last visit to Sacramento, but walking by the former location of Fat City was still a little heartbreaking. Monday, the 22nd, I caught the Southboudn Coast Starlight home. By which time, the bridge of my nose was chafed raw by the nose-gaskets of one N95 after another.