You know how I asked for the plane to get me home without further ado. Well, that was too much to ask, it seems. My plane from Newark NJ arrived in Salt Lake City a half hour after my connecting flight had left, and the next plane wasn't until today. So, thank gosh for motel points and a good husband. I had 7 hours in a bed, instead of having to curl up on a suitcase in the airport.
So I awoke to a nice hotel breakfast and a shuttle to the SLC airport, where the security line moved 10x faster than the one in Newark, and the seat I had was an emergency row seat, which means extra leg room; so when I got to Sacramento and was shuttled to my car, I was as fresh as a traveler could be. Coming home, I was taken by how short everything is; and how spaced apart, and how Quiet!
The Canyon seemed like home; road work and all; with the traffic control workers waving in recognition. Ah, it's nice to be known to neighbors. Now I have to read the mail, pay the bills, and say hello to my gardens.
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| view from my SLC hotel |
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| view from the SLC airport |
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| where are the tall buildings and all the people?!? |
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| Ahh! Home! |
It's so nice to be home, isn't it!?
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