Where in the world are Josh and Bev?
Bevin, upon landing: well that was a little rough.
Me: well, it’s a small airport, we used the whole runway.
Bevin looking out the window as we turn off the runway, already at the far end: ah.. Wow. I forgive them then.
Let’s see where we end up!
Apparently I forgot to actually press publish on this one on Sunday. Whoops. Better late than never!
Off to unpacking and laundry.
At the airport ready to head home, but apparently vacation isn’t over yet, Bevin needed her Portland breakfast sandwich and a coffee!
Where we have room to PUT these things, considering yesterday’s caloric input. Bamboo Sushi has, hands down, the best burger in Portland. Also great sushi. And then there was Dot Sugar.
Back on the exercise bike ASAP when we get home I think. But for now, once more unto the skies dear friends, once more!
Been up for going on 36 hours now, minus about 3 hours of napping according to my watch. Just…. Another… 45 minutes… Until… Sleep….
Not all of us made it though.
Time zones and red-eye flights suck. But we should be back on schedule by tomorrow.
One thing that’s striking about flying over St. Helens after Kilauea is how small St. Helens seems. An odd feeling!
I wonder if we’ll survive today without naps.
Turns out our entire exit row is going to Portland, and is other families that have been split up due to the tender ministrations of Alaska. So we’ve formed a passengers collective and reorganized ourselves appropriately. Victory!
The closer you get the the plane, and the more airplane sounds you get, the better it is.
Time to spend 6 hours trying to sleep squeezed in between two strangers. Got exit row at least!
It really is…
We’re waiting for about 40 minutes because the Alaska desk isn’t open until 7ish. “closer to when the plane arrives”. That’s new.
Baggage has to go through FDA screening before boarding, and apparently our carryons will have to as well.
This is done to ensure nobody is smuggling fruit. They want to keep the bent fruits for themselves.