Sleep was much better, thanks to better tracks. And Dramanine.

We woke up in Nevada. It had been raining during the night.

We stopped briefly in Reno, where the centerpiece of an otherwise nondescript train loby was a giant water fountain/horse trough/street light. It was constructed in 1908 by the Red Cross and the Women's Christian Temperance Union. Ostensiby, it was a memorial to the Nevada Volunteers of the Spanish-American War, but it also provided an alternative to alcohol. It was restored and relocated to the train station a century later.

The deslert finally gave way to pine covered mountains and valleys as we went through the Donner Pass. The lanscape was pretty much the same (though still lovely) until we pulled into San Francisco about half an hour ahead of our scheduled arrival.

We hailed another Lyft to our hotel. The Stanford Court is atop Nob Hill next door to the Mark Hopkins. The original building dates to about 1912, but it's had an entirely modern makeover. Check out the view from our window above!

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