Kansas City is 1500 miles away from San Francisco but unfortunately last week it took far longer than the usual four to six hours of traveling. Weather caused delays with both the inbound aircraft, as well as the flight to Denver, causing a diversion south into central Texas to avoid thunderstorm activity. Mechanical issues with the airplane caused another significant delay while maintenance personnel tracked down fluids leaking from the wing. Unfortunately this led to my missing the connecting flight, and with high load factors another vacant seat between the two hubs was not available until the following afternoon so I was forced to spend the night at an area hotel.
The next day my new connecting flight was also delayed, this time first by air traffic compensation for weather causing capacity issues at SFO. This flight was also afflicted by mechanical issues though, this time a faulty avionics component. After an hour or so of troubleshooting, we were forced to deplane and find another aircraft. After an attempt to board quickly, the pilots timed out regardless forcing a wait for a new flight crew. Lunch was to be served, however we were cautioned against eating the food that went unrefridgerated for hours having been transferred from the previous plane.
More than 24 hours later, and about the same amount of time it would take to drive non-stop between the two cities, I arrived back in California. It was very unfortunate to lose a whole day out of an already short trip.
The Bay Area is home to many great restaurants and food outlets, including excellent Thai cuisine. Since moving to Kansas City, I've been on the lookout for good Thai. I generally first try pad see ew (ผัดซีอิ๊ว), a noodle dish made with dark soy sauce, broccoli, egg, and tofu, setting a baseline for comparison. Thus far I'd say I'm partial to Spices, a restaurant whose strip mall location I stumbled across accompanying a friend to the iPhone repair store a couple of doors down.
Extra: Driving north along the California coast from San Diego to the Bay Area I stopped for lunch in Lompoc, a smallish city just outside Vandenberg Air Force Base. I had to the restaurant once before, having arrived in town late at night and finding the non-chain location near the hotel we had selected for the night. The restaurant is basic and limited to counter service but the food is tasty.
The area about a mile south of my home in northern Kansas City, on the other side of Highway 152, was once the town of Barry, now remembered by the major east-west thoroughfare having been renamed Barry Road. Founded in 1829 the frontier town was named for the then US Postmaster General.
There were a few buildings constructed as early as 1822, 14 years prior to the area immediately to the west being acquired by the United States in the Platte Purchase. The most well known settler from Barry was Peter Hardeman Burnett.
Burnett had little formal education and taught himself law and government, owning the general store before begin a career in law that included defending Joseph Smith. Burnett argued for a change of venue, during which Smith and his companions escaped and made their way to Illinois. Moving west in the 1840s Burnett was a state legislator in Oregon, where he helped pass African-American exclusion laws. During the California Gold Rush he moved to California, met the son of gold discoverer John Sutter, and was quickly employed selling land in the new city of Sacramento. He went on to be the first civilian governor of California, establishing cabinet posts and appointing senators for the new state, and saw most of his exclusion and anti-immigration legislative efforts fail.
Nothing noticeable remains of Barry beyond the basic road layout. Road widening in the 1980s removed whatever was left of the town. The rural two lane Barry and Baugham Streets were replaced by five and four lane boulevards. Old Stagecoach Road is still fairly narrow leading into a residential development, nearly hidden from the large intersection.