I took this last Monday night, October 11th. I was flying from Dallas to Austin and this was the sunset that greeted me a few minutes into the flight.
The man in the seat next to me had some less-than-helpful suggestions on how to take this picture, but I was polite about it and thanked him anyway.
Oh, had it been a long day! It was the three-day holiday weekend when Southwest cancelled over a thousand flights and Banjo Man and I were trying to get onto different planes and head to Rhode Island (him) and Austin (me).
We made it, though Banjo Man was stuck in Chicago for over six hours. And I was delayed in Omaha for just a couple. There were many fellow travelers in the Dallas airport who looked as if they had been there for days and had given up thinking they could ever leave.
So where am I now? In Rhode Island. I arrived at 12:45 pm, on a beautiful afternoon. Unfortunately the parking lot gates weren’t working and we couldn’t get out of the lot for almost 45 minutes.
I will spare you the details of that horror show.
Within six miles of our house we were suddenly in a huge traffic jam, something I have only experienced one other time in the thirty-four years we’ve lived here. There had been an accident between a school bus (empty, thankfully) and a car, which was laying on its side in the middle of the road. Traffic was eventually turned around to head north, roads into town were blocked every which way, but we skirted around town through the back roads to eventually arrive home…an hour later.
I’d been up since 3:30 AM because I love early morning flights, so I was almost asleep by the time we pulled up in the driveway.
The couch was lovely.
Today I have been unpacking suitcases and boxes, doing laundry and struggling to reacquaint my I-phone with my computer in order to transfer 1325 photos.
Tomorrow I will fill you in on the rest of the road trip and my time in Austin with the Funny Grandson.
Hint: he caught a touchdown pass.