Monument Valley, Navajo Nation
Our motorcycle adventure begins….
On Monday 6 September, my next-door neighbor drove me to the airport.
The check-in was…
…super easy. I was even served by a real human in the priority check-in line for my airline. With all the travel I did for work over 42 years, I am a “million miler” (actually, 2 million but who’s counting?) gives me lifetime priority standing.
That status also got me a free upgrade to first class 3 days ago.
I checked a bag and carried another one in which I packed things like my cameras and spare batteries, helmet, and other items I would not want to risk getting lost.
I also have TSA Pre-check, which facilitates getting through security easily. I can keep my clothes on (ha) including my boots and belt.
Ten minutes after being dropped off, I was at the gate. Two hours early.
My only complaint — wearing a mask fogged up my reading glasses. It took a while to adjust things so I could read an “airplane read” that I brought from my husband’s “airplane books” library.
My flight to the connecting airport left 3 minutes early. We got there 20 minutes early.
I made my way to the gate for my flight to Las Vegas. Almost as soon as I got there, my riding partner “S” showed up. We caught up and discussed lots of things, including our trip plans.
“S” also had a first class seat, and I arranged to be seated next to him. Our flight was on time and actually arrived early.
Wonders of wonders — we were fed a meal that I actually could eat. No frilly-fancy crap from chef du airline cuisine. A simple turkey sandwich and edible sides. Who’da thunk?
I took a nap, read my book, chatted with “S”, and four hours later, we arrived.
Thinking that we’d need to eat some grub for dinner, and knowing that our hotel did not have a restaurant and none were within walking distance (especially at 108F!), we bought some subs at the airport. We decided to take them with us and eat at the hotel.
LV Airport is old and a long, long, LONG slug of a walk, plus a rinky-dink train, to get to baggage claim.
Our bags arrived and were almost first out the chute.
We found a taxi, got to the hotel, checked in… and I was in bed fast asleep by 7pm!
Ready to pick up our Harleys this morning and begin our adventure.
Life is short: ride with awesomeness!