Paul and I went to his hometown this past weekend for Paul's 20 year high school reunion. Whoot! After little sleep on Thursday, we got up early for a flight through LAX (did I not already decide to avoid LAX at ALL costs?? What are we doing there AGAIN?). This trip to LAX was no better than any other trip we have had through there or have heard about (Yes, Celia, I remember... 3 hours is NOT enough time to make it through the airport to catch your flight.) We walked in to the airport, passing a HUGE line of people that had probably been waiting for more than an hour, and walked up to the Alaska electronic ticket kiosk. We got our boarding passes and proceed to stand behind a relatively short line of people checking in their luggage. The line outside, we had thought, was for the security check or another airlines... wrong! They were all waiting to check bags for Alaska Airlines flights. We somehow avoided the guardian at the gate and totally snaked the line! I felt bad, but I could see Paul's point that there was no way in hell we were getting in that other line since we already made it into the line we wanted to be in. We dropped off our bags then headed to the next line in the line of lines to get on a plane- security. Man alive do people get cranky! This line also wrapped around multiple places and was about an hour long. People were getting histarical about missing their flights (if you don't want that to happen... get there 5 hours early and consider using a different airport!) Then there was the dumbass who sent through his ID and boarding pass on the scanner and the TSA guard who would not let him through (go girl!) He apparently was being a total jackass and get a load of this, in addition, he was carrying a taboo item- some small clipper set that had a knife looking utensil. NICE.
Okay, we through all that, then we get on a small twin engine plane that holds 70 people and is headed towards Eureka/ Arcata. The flight attendant keeps calling our destination Arcadia, which is next to Pasadena here in the LA area, haha!
Have you ever been in an airplane that is taxiing to the runway, then turns to face the lift off direction and immediately guns it? The kind of plane you think has to be piloted by a cowboy? This was NOT that plane. I like the fast takeoffs; you can feel the power of the jet and there is no doubt to the goal- get up and get going! No, this plane was the Fred Flintstone version. I think there were actually people in the baggage compartment peddling to get this plane in the air. After that anticlimatic takeoff, We climbed for a few seconds and were immediately at our cruising altitude (12000 feet or so.)
I am usually lulled to sleep on airplanes, and shortly after we leveled off, I was catching some shut-eye. The plane approached Arcata airport a couple of hours later, and I watched as we came over the mountains and decended into a thick cloud layer. The sky was beautiful at the top of the moutain, but the valley was socked in. We even lowered our landing gear BEFORE we went into the clouds. There must have been 300 feet of clouds that we went through, because we did not see anything until we were just feet off the ground. I was amazed they landed in that thick cloud coverage.
Friday night was Paul's reunion ice breaker. I think the ice breaker was a great idea because it made the reunion a little easier to enjoy since we had already met a few people. Everyone dressed up for the reunion, which was not the case the night before (can I just say, what are some people thinking, really!) The reunion was nice (er, much nicer than say my overpriced 10 year reunion at the local Taco mart in H-town) and dinner was even good! I was the first to grab food- everyone was walking by the table and I was pretty sure they were finished setting up, so I just picked up a plate and had at it. Plus, no one would have been really happy if I had not eaten soon. Apparently Paul was nicely complimented on his young wife (as I have heard it said- his arm candy).
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We also spent some time sight seeing in Ferndale and taking a little walk in the redwood forrest.
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Monday morning Paul asked to go to Samoa Cookhouse where breakfast, lunch, and dinner are served family style with one menu only. It is a neat experience since the cookhouse has not altered the way they do business since the days when they catered to the loggers in the NW.
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Okay, we through all that, then we get on a small twin engine plane that holds 70 people and is headed towards Eureka/ Arcata. The flight attendant keeps calling our destination Arcadia, which is next to Pasadena here in the LA area, haha!
Have you ever been in an airplane that is taxiing to the runway, then turns to face the lift off direction and immediately guns it? The kind of plane you think has to be piloted by a cowboy? This was NOT that plane. I like the fast takeoffs; you can feel the power of the jet and there is no doubt to the goal- get up and get going! No, this plane was the Fred Flintstone version. I think there were actually people in the baggage compartment peddling to get this plane in the air. After that anticlimatic takeoff, We climbed for a few seconds and were immediately at our cruising altitude (12000 feet or so.)
I am usually lulled to sleep on airplanes, and shortly after we leveled off, I was catching some shut-eye. The plane approached Arcata airport a couple of hours later, and I watched as we came over the mountains and decended into a thick cloud layer. The sky was beautiful at the top of the moutain, but the valley was socked in. We even lowered our landing gear BEFORE we went into the clouds. There must have been 300 feet of clouds that we went through, because we did not see anything until we were just feet off the ground. I was amazed they landed in that thick cloud coverage.
Friday night was Paul's reunion ice breaker. I think the ice breaker was a great idea because it made the reunion a little easier to enjoy since we had already met a few people. Everyone dressed up for the reunion, which was not the case the night before (can I just say, what are some people thinking, really!) The reunion was nice (er, much nicer than say my overpriced 10 year reunion at the local Taco mart in H-town) and dinner was even good! I was the first to grab food- everyone was walking by the table and I was pretty sure they were finished setting up, so I just picked up a plate and had at it. Plus, no one would have been really happy if I had not eaten soon. Apparently Paul was nicely complimented on his young wife (as I have heard it said- his arm candy).
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We also spent some time sight seeing in Ferndale and taking a little walk in the redwood forrest.
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Monday morning Paul asked to go to Samoa Cookhouse where breakfast, lunch, and dinner are served family style with one menu only. It is a neat experience since the cookhouse has not altered the way they do business since the days when they catered to the loggers in the NW.
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And here I always thought that arm-candy was only available in vanilla flavor.
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