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Day 1
The family is off on another summer tour. This time we are on our way to the Pacific Coast, visiting Washington, Oregon and California. The first day was filled with airports and time changes. First stop – the Atlanta Airport.
We arrive at the ATL about 3 hours before our scheduled flight time (Donald likes to be extra early). We check our bags and get through security with no issues – it was actually fast, which I found surprising since it is a holiday weekend. We board our plane and take off. Donald immediately starts to feel ill – he does not do well on flights. But the plane soon levels off and he is fine. The descent down was even harder on Donald (he kept humming ‘blue courtesy bag to the tune of ‘Red Solo Cup’) and worse for Shelby, for she was the one holding onto the complimentary courtesy bag in her seat. Though never used, she held onto it for a long time. 1199 miles later we arrive at our second stop – the Denver airport.
We had about an hour between flights, which was just enough time to
get our stomachs settled before taking off again. We load the next plane and are off again. This time the ascent and descent was much smoother leaving only Donald feeling a little queasy. I do not enjoy flying, but do enjoy the different perspective you get from being so high above the ground. I find the different landscapes and ground patterns very interesting as well as the skyline and cloud formations. Those are not things you get to see often and as long as the plane is steady, that part is enjoyable. So after an additional 1024 miles, we land at our third stop – Seattle airport.
We collect our luggage and quickly grab a shuttle to the rent-a-car facility. After a few minor issues with the rental car agency, we are loaded and ready for the hotel. At this point we had been in an airplane or airport for about 11 hours. We were exhausted. We locate the GPS and plug in the hotel address, which was in Tacoma. We check in and call it a night.
My favorite question of the day “What time is it?” Such a simple question,
but yet can be so hard to answer, especially when traveling across so many time zones in such a short period of time. What time is it? That is what my children asked over and over again all day. What time is it? Well do you want the time on my watch, the time that I think it is based on the last time I was asked, the time on my phone, or the time on the airport wall, for they are all different. What time is it? That is what the elderly gentleman in the Denver airport asked me. I looked at my watch and did not answer…. (Umm hold on while I calculate that for you. Let’s see, my watch states it is 7:55 but it is set to eastern time, I think we are in mountain time zone, which is 2 hours different so that would make it 5:55, but I am not real sure, so lets look at the monitors on the wall to see if they have the time) – fortunately another individual spoke up with the correct time before I had to explain my rationale for not answering. He must have been a local
for he did not need a calculator to determine the correct time. What time is it? It is time to change the clocks again for we just entered the Pacific Time zone. What time is it? Time for everyone to quit asking what time is it.
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