I’m flying home today. Right now, in fact. My plane is due to touch down in Seattle at 2:21pm local time.
Feel free to track my progress: United Airlines flight 945 from Frankfurt to Chicago (9 hours) and United Airlines flight 929 from Chicago to Seattle (4.5 hours).
And it all started here, Moscow’s Domodedovo Airport…
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…62 days ago.
See you on the flip side.
Chicago1 was awesome. I drove out with my Uncle Kit on Thursday and we got in Friday night. The was pretty much uneventful, lots and lots of flat land. We did stop by the Mississippi and take a picture!
We spent most of Saturday working on building a bookshelf, with a side trip to buy a $102 extension cord. The extension cord was actually only $7, the pet rabbit and cage was $95.
We went into Chicago proper on Sunday. I saw The Bean (aka Cloud Gate) and we stopped at Wired’s NextFest. Giordano’s World Famous Stuffed Pizza for lunch. We made a quick stop at the Museum of Contemporary Art before heading back.
On Monday, I rode the L the airport (took about two hours :-/). Not entirely sure where I’m going, I walked over to a United Departure screen and looked to see what gate my flight was departing from: Gate B17.
I go to the ticket kiosk and get my ticket, which says gate C25. So, thinking that the gate was updated, I went to gate C25. I get there and the gates been changed, predictably. So I check the monitor again: Gate B17. So I walk over towards gate B17. I get to about Gate B10 when I realize that I’m an idiot! I’m not flying to Seattle, which is what Gate B17 was for, I’m flying to Denver! So I go back to the monitor and the flight to Denver is at Gate B22; disaster averted.
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See more photos: My Kind of Town (Chicago)
1 When I say Chicago, I actually mean Chicago and Evanston
I almost always fly United (insert key notes from Rhapsody in Blue now). I flew out on Southwest because it was comped for me and I’m never one to turn down something free (ok, technically it wasn’t free…but it was free-r). I’ve never flown on Southwest before I, so it was a completely new experience. There’s no first class, in fact, there are no seating assignments at all. There are boarding classes (A, B, and C) and that’s it. A’s board first, then B’s and finally C’s. You can sit wherever you want.
Here’s my gripe. I arrived and got checked through earlier enough where I could have caught the earlier flight to Denver. I went up and asked and they wanted a $121 to catch the earlier flight. A $121!
Apparently, this was due to the fact that I got such a good deal on the flight and the difference would have been the difference between my flight and a “regular” flight.
On United, I can standby for any flight I want on the day I’m flying for free. I just let them know I want to try and catch the flight on standby and they put me on the list. Simple.
My other gripe, who was a heart in their logo?!
[tags]southwest, southwest airlines, united, united airlines[/tags]
Sunday morning we woke up before the butt crack of dawn. Time changed to daylight savings time so we lost an hour. 5am is way to early to be awake. We packed up our stuff and headed back to Kernville. We had breakfast at Cheryl’s Diner. Then we headed up the road to go rafting. Rafting was awesome. We did some class III and IV rapids. Ate lunch then did some more rafting. We finished at 2:30pm and were on the road to Ontario by 3. I would classify the ride back to Ontario as a somber moment. People had a great time and didn’t want the feeling to away. In many ways, it was a moment of pure blissfulness.
We arrived at Ontario International Airport and unloaded the items we were taking with us. The cars left so fast that Hanway didn’t have time to get all his stuff and had to wait for the drivers to come back before he got his sleeping bag, pad, cell phone, passport, and wallet. I waited for a little while, then headed to the gate. Jeff came through a little while later. We said our goodbyes and I asked potential prom date#2. It was a no go…0 for 2. We hopped on our plane and took off for LAX, a short 11 minute 50 second flight, the shortest in the United Fleet.
After we landed, I had a short chat with the pilots. They asked about what I was doing and then inquired about the San Juan Islands. From LAX, we caught a Canadian Air Jet to San Diego, arriving at the commuter Terminal. Jeff’s cousin, Rica, and her boyfriend, Luke, were right there in the terminal waiting for us. It was a welcome surprise since, non passengers are usually not allowed in the terminal. We stopped at "In-N-Out" and then went to their apartment and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning, Monday took a short shower, had some real food and read the newspaper. Then Rica dropped is off at the San Diego International Airport.