Friday, August 28, 2015

Trip to the Airport

This week saw us heading out to one of the major cities in our state.

Why did we go? Well, we did not go for the restaurants, or shopping, or museums. We did not attend a conference or other meeting.

We went to the airport.

No, we did not get on a plane. We did not drop anyone off and did not pick anyone up.

DH and his best friend (nearly a brother, co-conspirator in teenage antics, godfather of our son) came up with a plan for a visit. The S family, returning from a trip south, would have a long lay-over at the airport. It would be enough time to clear customs and catch up a bit.

And it was.

We made a sign. The youngsters at 8 and 10 came through the sliding doors and read their name (the grownups recognized us without the sign even though we are all older, heavier and our hair is turning grey).

Our choices for food were vending machines and coffee shop. But we were there to talk - eating was secondary.

We met young JS for the first time and reintroduced ourselves to MS who we last saw as an infant.

Yes. It seemed a crazy plan, but it was a good one.

The escalators were well used. We took the train to their next terminal and bade them a fond farewell. The next trip will need to be longer - with sky and fresh air. For now, this was enough.


How do you find your car at the airport? Take a photo of the sign. It still took us a bit of time as we discovered at least 4 columns with the same information.
Heading home.
We watched them all the way through security.
The stairwell was really amazing...
as was the exit ramp from the parking garage...
as was the sunset.
[Sorry. It is a a fuzzy photo through a dirty windshield, but almost captures this hazy sundown.]
I am not sure what the sailors would say of this sky. Was it the haze from the fires out west? Even so - it was beautiful.
The long road home.
It would not be a "road trip" without a trip to Whataburger. The tray liner no longer has the realistic French fry that I regularly attempt to pick it up. I do not appreciate "foolie" French fries.












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