Thursday leaving Asheville, the first trick was getting to the plane. Fortunately American Airlines provided wheel chair service for those of us who have difficulty hiking these days. And due to our plane being at the very farthest gate from the front desk, I could never have made it without that help. The airport is constructing new gates…so lots of corridors made by the construction crews.
The final three-ramp contraption was up to me to walk it. But did I have a carry-on bag on wheels to put overhead? Nope. Somehow my choice of seat towards the back of the plane meant I was in group 9 and this little plane didn’t have enough room for our bags overhead (though my seat-mate on the aisle did). So my bag got checked into the hold, where I was told I could pick it up before going to my next flight. (RIGHT!)
Settled in, waited for take off. While sitting in their wheelchair at the gate I’d overheard a ground crew supervisor saying to another employee, “if Charlotte airport is even open, I’ve heard the President is going to be there.”
Off we go leaving Asheville…just a bit late, but they might make up for it. I have about an hour to get to my next flight.
Joy is the transformation of our suffering, not the escape of all we have to face. |
MARK NEPO |
I've always wanted to go to Asheville and see the castle. Someday soon. Thanks for your blog visit!
ReplyDelete...once I loved to fly, those days are in the past.
ReplyDeleteWow, that sounds like an adventure. Pretty views from the plane. Take care, have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteHow annoying! But you got some good shots from your window seat!
ReplyDeleteI feel like saying 'Been there; done that'! When we were down in the Smokies we saw lots of Dogwood and Swallowtail butterflies.
ReplyDeleteSo annoying and frustrating. At leas it would be for me.
ReplyDeleteAnother reason I won't fly ...
ReplyDeleteGood grief. What a mess!
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