Yawn… Oh, excuse me, folks. You know how you feel when you’ve been traveling most of the day.
I’m here. Fort Myers Beach, Florida!
The plane touched down about 4:30 p.m. I swear it was one of the easiest traveling days in my recent memory. The first plane (out of Marquette) left just after 11 a.m. An hour layover in Detroit…and then…wa la!…less than three hours to the warmth of Florida.
Would you like to see some photos from today? The first, of course, is out the propeller plane window on our plane to Detroit. We have modern planes these days. When we first started flying out of the Upper Peninsula back in the early 80’s I swear I have a memory of flying on an twelve-seater plane. You had to walk out on the runway to board. No kidding.
These days you stroll out the retractable gate and board maybe a 30-seater. Sometimes you even get a mini-jet. This is the life.
It take about an hour and twenty minutes to fly from Marquette to Detroit. I did a Sudoku puzzle, after locating the missing pen. Napped. Felt incredibly happy.
Gosh, its heavy carrying a laptop. Miss Ellie, you are heavy! But, Miss Ellie, you are worth it. It’s so nice to have you here.
Several years ago, the Detroit airport snazzied up their tunnel between the commuter planes and the main airport. The commuter planes come from many little places like Houghton and Appleton and Green Bay and Duluth and Bismark, South Dakota. We country-folk have to traipse underground to reach the main terminal. So they filled this underground space with wild crazy pulsing music and lights. It’s way cool!
You wake up just moving through that tunnel. It’s definitely a traveler’s pick-me-up.
After you linger in the tunnel of colored lights you ride the escalator up…and you’re on the main floor. You check to determine your outgoing gate. You buy a cup of coffee, only frowning slightly because they do not sell decaff frappucino. You try to decide whether to take the fast train down to your gate, or walk. You get confused because you think you see a sign that says, “Train out-of-order.” Of course, you’re wrong. The train is working fine. But you end up walking down the moving sidewalks to Gate 12.
It’s a good thing. You get some exercise and arrive just before it’s time for the boarding process to begin. You are in Zone 4. They call Zone 3 to board first. You wonder why. No matter. You bring your carry-on and try to stuff it above your plane seat. It barely fits. The flight attendants start complaining about people who bring too large carry-on luggage. You know they must be talking about you. You wonder if you should measure your suitcase some day. But, if it’s too big, wouldn’t they refuse it in Marquette? You sigh, and wait to take off.
The above rock sat among a hundred other stones at the Detroit airport. The stones sit in huge pots where trees are planted. I don’t remember if they were fake or real trees. I was staring in amazement that so many people had written words upon the rocks. Like “Tommy and Cindy, San Diego” and “Alex was here.” I wondered where the Isle of Eva might be.
No problems on the trip down to Fort Myers. Smooth flight. I slept a lot. Which doesn’t explain why I’m yawning now. Mom fixed us a delicious seafood salad with the best shrimp on the planet. She heated a roll in the oven. We shared a celebratory glass of wine. Chatted, chatted, chatted.
Now everybody is reading and my computer is hooked up and it’s 72 degrees outside.
“Another bird arrives in Paradise,” as my dad says, when he sees the jets overhead.
Can’t wait until tomorrow’s adventures! See you then.