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Half hour to boarding...
Oct. 23rd, 2005 08:16 amGalina and I finally got on the road a few minutes after 6 last night, and by the time we had stopped at the store (glasses? what glasses?), the gas station, and the new Sonic that opened recently, it was approaching 6:45.
I used to be a real fan of driving at night. Maybe it's because my eyesight was better in my youth, but more than likely, it's because I was really lucky as far as having large animals wander into my path (none did). A few years ago, Drew returned from Albuquerque with the front end of the passenger's side of his car caved in, the result of hitting an elk. Then there was the famous trek that Natalie and I took from Houston to Pagosa in June 2002 (chronicled here), where we almost took out a deer with our car on a highway in New Mexico and later saw an oncoming vehicle hit a deer on Highway 84 between Chama and Chromo. Fortunately (or because of my eyesight) there were no animals close to our path last night, but still, it was stressful keeping a watch out for them.
We overnighted at the same Motel 6 as last time, the major difference this time being that I actually got some sleep. Galina didn't, and she was intending to head back and sleep some more until checkout. To give her the maximum amount of sleep time, I had her just drop me off at the airport, without stopping first for a bite.
Big mistake.
The only place to eat, it seems, past the TSA checkpoint is overpriced and, um, of mediocre quality. The Starbucks-priced coffee appears to come out of one of those machines you might see next to the sock-juice dispensers at any given truck stop (machines that purport to serve cappucino). And the "breakfast sandwich" I ordered was... pitiful. And both items came in at just under $10. What a marvelous way to start the day!
Okay, now that spleen has been vented, let's move on... although even with a dim screen (which I know must cause my face to contort in that strained grimace exhibited only by the constipated and users of dim, small computer screens) my VAIO's battery is half gone. Time to pack up and get to my gate.
Cheers...
I used to be a real fan of driving at night. Maybe it's because my eyesight was better in my youth, but more than likely, it's because I was really lucky as far as having large animals wander into my path (none did). A few years ago, Drew returned from Albuquerque with the front end of the passenger's side of his car caved in, the result of hitting an elk. Then there was the famous trek that Natalie and I took from Houston to Pagosa in June 2002 (chronicled here), where we almost took out a deer with our car on a highway in New Mexico and later saw an oncoming vehicle hit a deer on Highway 84 between Chama and Chromo. Fortunately (or because of my eyesight) there were no animals close to our path last night, but still, it was stressful keeping a watch out for them.
We overnighted at the same Motel 6 as last time, the major difference this time being that I actually got some sleep. Galina didn't, and she was intending to head back and sleep some more until checkout. To give her the maximum amount of sleep time, I had her just drop me off at the airport, without stopping first for a bite.
Big mistake.
The only place to eat, it seems, past the TSA checkpoint is overpriced and, um, of mediocre quality. The Starbucks-priced coffee appears to come out of one of those machines you might see next to the sock-juice dispensers at any given truck stop (machines that purport to serve cappucino). And the "breakfast sandwich" I ordered was... pitiful. And both items came in at just under $10. What a marvelous way to start the day!
Okay, now that spleen has been vented, let's move on... although even with a dim screen (which I know must cause my face to contort in that strained grimace exhibited only by the constipated and users of dim, small computer screens) my VAIO's battery is half gone. Time to pack up and get to my gate.
Cheers...
