Excellent Pilot

I am traveling again. Packing was easier this time, as it was just a few weeks ago when I was in San Francisco.

I had to low BGs this morning. I must have really misjudged my insulin requirements. Cold sweats and very tired. I also had a mild headache in the works.

I made it to the Airport and through security. I found a quite spot in the Airport to take a business call.

On the plain I had a nap and I felt better when I woke up. A two hour flight, so I had time to read, do e-mail and listen to music.

The landing in Detroit was uneventful. Just the way I like them. It was cold, but no snow. I was concerned with the weather as the storm that moved through Denver on Saturday had moved to where I was traveling.

A two hour layover in the works, so I check my BG it is 110. It is time to find a bite to eat and then I walk the terminal. Detroit has a long terminal and I need to walk most of it to get to the C concourse. My gate is at the far end of C, so I walk some more. I purposely don’t ride the moving sidewalk. I need to exercise, so I walk. As I am passing the gates I notice the destinations.

Bangor. I have some friends that live there. I need to pay them a visit.

Washington DC. I am not interested in gong there, even though I have a friend living there.

Orlando. Sound warm.

I reach the end of C only to find out I still have a lot of time left. I might as well turn around and do it again.

Philadelphia. No thanks.

Tulsa. I have cousins there.

Oh look smoking bar in the Airport. I haven’t seen one of those in a while. The football game is on. I should see what the score is. I watch from outside, because I don’t want to inhale the smoke.

I have had enough walking, so I sit down and work on my blog. Look at the time I had better get to my gate or I will miss the plain.

They are loading the small plain. I can’t take my roll-on with me, so I check it at the gate. The sixty five minute ride should go by quickly. I work on more e-mail and do a little more reading.

We start our decent and we hit turbulence. Up and down and left and right we go. Bump, bump, bump. This is pretty rough. I look out the window and see the snow glitter in the lights of the plain. A sharp decent and then we level off. We slide to left and back to the right.

Boom, we touch down. I look out the window again and it is not just snowing, we are taxing down the runway in a full fledge blizzard. The snow is blowing across the runway so fast, I am rally surprised we landed. We must have had an Alaskan bush pilot flying the plain in order to make the landing without incident.

I get to the rental car desk. I am the last one to check in for the night and I get the last car. They give me a mustang. It is a nice car, but rear wheel drive a loads of horse power won’t do me much good in a snow storm.

I ease out of the parking lot and crawl down the road. Seven miles later I am at the hotel. I check the weather and we have snow for the next two day, then a clear day followed by another storm.

Storm day is the day I head home. I hope I can make off the ground before the storm hits.