Sat there until about 11:30. Had something to eat read a couple of news papers had a nap. Grabbed some snacks for the plane.
Last plane ride for a while. Left on time and landed early.
The bags came down relatively fast. While we were waiting, the drug dog came around. The little beagle, Max. He was interested in my bag. So the cop asked whose bag that was. Vicki gave me up in a heartbeat. I told the cop it was probably my hat – I’ve worn that thing everyday for the last 3 weeks and it’s pretty dirty. I had to take it out. Once I did that Max didn’t care. He walked away.
Out the door and +6 temps – that felt great. Grabbed a pizza on the way to the house. First “real” food in 24 hours.
Home, had a slice or two of pizza, had a shower and asleep before 8:30 PM. Up for around 40 hours.
Another adventure complete, now to download all the photos, and delete half of them.