May and Jay were up with me this morning before six. They had some complex arrangements involving dropping off his truck at the garage and both getting to work; the girls were on their own to get to school. Mo picked me up at 6:00am and drove me to the airport. Then she had to get back to Vernon to go on the clear before Sunday's Sugarloaf hike, which she volunteered to lead for me. I thought we had arrived in time for me to have the traditional Tim's coffee and bagel BLT breakfast, but I was wrong. There were a lot of people at the airport, so after checking in, I had to get right onto the security lineup. I don't mind the flying part of air travel, but all the removing of shoes, prohibiting of liquids, X-raying of luggage, showing of photo ID multiple times, charging extra for all stowed luggage ( which is done on relatively expensive national flights but not on bargain international ones), having to pay if you want to eat anything other than pretzels or cookies, etc, might ground me. But it is faster than driving in spite of all the frustrations, and I have no worries for food; May sent me off with enough granola bars to get me to Vladavostoc, and I'll be in Ottawa in about three hours, after leaving Edmonton one hour ago. The little plane on the tv monitor is approaching Winnipeg.
Jay is working all week and flying to Ottawa on Friday. Because it's a long weekend, he won't have to fly home until Monday. He had been looking forward to showing Blake and Margaux the wonders of Vernon, not flying back to Ottawa himself to be at Blake's funeral.
Talking of flying, this mother mallard in Polson Park flew at me right after I took this picture.
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