I’m back from Wyoming. It’s been a long travel day. I woke up at 04:45, shat, showered, shined, and was ready for the shuttle bus to pick me up at 05:15. Wisely, I put my both my bags in the overhead shelf on the bus instead of putting them in the back with all the other luggage, so when we got to the airport, I grabbed my two bags and was in the terminal and checked-in before most of the other passengers were even off the bus. Hooray!
I paid the tiny upgrade to Economy Plus seating for an exit row seat – that extra legroom is totally worth the paltry fee. Didn’t for the DEN -> SFO leg, though, because all that was left were middle seats, and that’s lame. So, I kept my aisle seat in the normal economy section.
We boarded just on time, but the pilot came on the intercom and said that the fuel valve was frozen shut, and that the mechanic was coming in from town to deal with it, but he was 35-40 minutes away. Once that was done, the plan had to be fueled and de-iced, so we were an hour late getting off the ground. The flight itself is short – only 75 minutes – but next flight was boarding by the time I got into the concourse, so I RAN – you don’t want to get in the way of a 330 pound man charging down the passageway to the gate – to the next gate and barely made it on the plane. Because of the deluge in San Francisco, we were delayed another forty minutes before we were allowed to take off, and then we had to circle for 25 minutes above San Francisco before being cleared to land.
My bag wasn’t among the luggage pooping out of the machine, so John and Plumpy and I went to lunch at Darby Dan’s, a sandwich and BBQ joint in South City. My half-and-half sandwich (shrimp and crab salad) was unremarkable, but John apparently loved his, and David enjoyed his Piccolo (ham, turkey, and other stuff). As we were still near the airport, we went back and retrieve my bag, which was on the following flight from Denver. Getting back home, though, was another ordeal of traffic and wetness. Fortunately, I fell asleep for most of it, waking at Laguna and Fell streets, half a block downhill from the house.
I’ve been sorting through my pics and videos from the past few days in Wyoming. Soon, I’ll be posting some pics. The vids are all, *ahem*, theatrically propped.
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