Travel Interrupted

Two weeks ago, I left Hartford’s Bradley Airport (BDL) for a 9-day journey. Sorry if that sentence (or this apology) sticks the Gilligan’s Island theme in your head. Unlike those castaways, my trip was cut short by a snowstorm. It worked out quite well. Instead of coming home through Iowa, after five days in Florida, I flew directly to Iowa for a few days. If Delta and WordPress are both on time, I will have been asleep for about 4-5 hours by the time this post is published after returning home at dark o’clock on Monday.

I can stick to my schedule, but I can’t offer much in the way of pithy banter or thought-provoking analysis. I’m writing this early on Sunday. Too early to ask my brother for a ride to his house, but too late for my east coast brain to remain in bed, but I need to shower and pack and spend one more day with family.

I don’t have much to say about travel that I haven’t said before. Traveling can be fun. Flying usually isn’t, and hotels can make or break your travel experience. My trip was good, since I got to see my brother, his daughter and her husband and my mom. The week-long interruption made this visit a little better, in that I wasn’t tired and I didn’t have to drag around a bunch of conference luggage.

I didn’t have a lot of time for photo shoots, but I put some photos in the gallery that I collected while traveling and a few while fighting with my brother’s cats.

Leaving CT and the remaining snow cover.

Sunrise at 30,000 feet. One of the benefits of an early flight.

Sunrise above the clouds. One of the benefits of an early flight.

When you’re not hungry, these are undersized and over-priced snacks. When you’re hungry…well, that’s another story.

$3.95 for milk for my coffee.

I love taking pictures of long escalators

Rainy day in Iowa

Leaving Minneapolis for a Dark O’clock arrival in Hartford

Our neighbor at the gate.

It’s always good to see that your plane is actually at the gate

Dunkin Donuts needs to open earlier. This line had formed about 25 minuted before that gate would open.

“Why did you make me leave my chair? I don’t really fit on this shelf.”

“I’ll forgive you if you scratch behind my ears”

“What? I’m sitting here. This is my chair.”