The day is an early one -- early to start (3:30am Eastern / 12:30am Pacific)
and early to end (4pm Eastern / 1pm Pacific). Aside from the trepidation
around whether or not our luggage is going to arrive safely, and when
it would arrive, there is little anxiety about the trip's last journey.
|
| 3:30am |
The alarm went off. Don't think I was delighted with
this, though... it's too dang early. |
| 3:47am |
We were well and fully awake by now, showering completed, and bags
in the final packing stage. |
| 3:56am |
The roll-out of this and that begins. Whilst Robin repacked last
night, Tubby elected to do it real-time once everything was wedged
into the boot, er, truck, of the car. While that worked out well enough,
the bounty of the voyage popped the zipper. The issue was promptly
remedied. |
| 4:02am |
Motel check-out is accomplished, Tubby runs next door to the vending
machine next door for a $1 / 20oz bottle of Diet Pepsi, and we're
on our way. |
| 4:09am |
Fighting grueling traffic -- we hit a red light -- we made our way
to the Bangor International Airport, and parked the rental
car, our little bit of leased heaven, in Avis' stall 9, noting the
mileage and fuel level. |
| 4:14am |
The car was dropped off in the little boxy-thing, noting the ending
mileage of |
| 4:19am |
We're whisked to the front of the American Airlines/American Eagle
line because of our imminent flight -- 5:10am -- which is fine with
us. |
| 4:22am |
Scott 23181, TSA, wands our bag to make sure we don't have anything
that will go boom. He gives us the green light to proceed. |
| 4:27am |
No reward for promptness, the security screening area isn't even
open yet. But the TSA people are milling around, and one begins putting
on the blue rubber gloves. A good sign. |
| 4:31am |
An announcement is made to let us know to queue up for screening
-- they're open. Being regular air travelers, we have our boarding
passes and photo IDs ready, unlike many on our predominately aged
flight. |
| 4:34am |
By virtue of carrying a lot of electronics and fancy gizmos that
aren't apparently a regularly seen item, we win the grand prize of
a hand-check of our bags. Mike 23182, TSA (whose number is right after
Scott's?) is quite pleasant, and found exactly what he expected to
find when the screener gave him a heads-up -- a brick of AA batteries
for the camera. We're waved on to the gate. |
| 4:38am |
Perched at Gate 2A, there's a gaggle of folks -- 29, I counted --
but I suspect not all for this flight, since there's also a Delta
flight boarding from Gate 2B for a 5:20am to Cincinnati. |
| |
|
| 5:09am |
I'm no air safety expert, but shouldn't we have someone seated in
the
exit row (row 9)? We're all packed into row 10, but the exit row
remains empty -- and the plane is anything but empty. |
| 5:13am |
Flight 4556 from Bangor to Boston is now in the air, and only 3
minutes after the scheduled time -- close enough. |
| 5:20am |
We're cleared to use electronics. I thought it was rather soon after
take-off, but didn't complain any. |
| 5:41am |
We're already begun our descent into Boston, where it's 54°F.
Nifty. |
| 6:06am |
Our flight has touched down in Boston at Terminal B. Which is super,
minus the detail our next flight is on United, which is in Terminal
C. |
| 6:09am |
And an added bonus -- we just walked out of the security area, which
means we get to go through security screening again. |
| 6:14am |
The bus arrives to shuttle us between terminals. We take note that
the water on the ground may be evidence of an early morning rain,
but it's still moist. |
| 6:21am |
A special treat for us is the discovery that we're only shuttled
to the main area of Terminal B, versus the Terminal B annex we'd arrived
at. We begin our hike. (At least our luggage is being switched between
planes -- supposedly -- versus us having to tote it with us.) |
| 6:29am |
We arrive in Terminal C and are able to electronically check in.
So far, so good. |
| 6:30am |
Arriving at the Terminal C Gate 11 area, we pass through screening.
Robin gets the full-on search, whereas Tubby gets off with just an
explosive scan of his laptop (and the bag was checked for those pesky
bulk batteries again). I suspect the laptop checks are prompted by
the stickers on
the lid. |
| 6:37am |
Fortunately the gate is a very short distance from the security
area (first gate on the left), so we locate a set of electrical outlets
that are actually working, and try to charge up. |
| 6:49am |
Boarding began minutes ago, but trying to squeeze in a few minutes
of charging, we lagged behind. When the ling was no longer growing,
though, it seemed a good time to queue up. |
| 7:02am |
The passengers were all aboard, which seemed reasonable given the
7:15am departure. |
| 7:07am |
Our luggage was seen actually being tossed into the plane, so we
know it's at least going to make the Boston to Chicago we're on now.
But, the engines aren't spinning yet, which seems a bit suspect. |
| 7:25am |
The departure is now 10 minutes past due, with no word from the
cockpit as to reason. The light rain seems as though it could make
things interesting, though. The channel 9 (communications between
Air Traffic Control and the planes isn't yet enabled). |
| 7:40am |
The captain explains we're being pushed back now, and we'll be queuing
up for departure. The ATC/plane communication channel is now available,
and we hear ATC bumping an American Eagle to let our flight taxi to
the runway first. |
| 7:48am |
Taxiing is good, but only half the battle. There are four planes
in line ahead of us for departure. We get to wait, and watch the safety
video. |
| 8:06am |
At long last, we're off the ground and on our way. On the upside,
the flight time is estimated to be 1 hour 58 minutes versus the 2
hour 39 minutes we were expecting. |
| 8:31am |
The captain announces the net effect of the 50 minute late departure,
flight time updates and what-not will put us into Chicago about 15
minutes later than planned. And that it's currently 48°F in Chicago,
and a bit wet. |
| 9:09am |
Air Traffic Control (Toronto Traffic) on 124.37 MHz directs us down
to 31,000 feet from 35,000 feet to allow for eastbound air traffic.
We find a bit 'o turbulence, but ATC Toronto has the pilot hold here;
the captain re-lit the "fasten seatbelt" sign. (And obviously,
the tower traffic channel is back.) |
| 9:20am |
We have an ATC alert for cross traffic 12 miles out off to the right.
The captain told 'em we'd watch for 'em (snickering not heard). ATC
Toronto clears us to move back to 35,000 feet, which is now clear. |
| 9:24am |
We've moved up to 34,100 feet and things have smoothed out. The
seatbelt light has been switched off. |
| 9:27am |
We are directed to switch to Cleveland Center ATC on 133.87 MHz.
The captain does just that. And yes, if you think this is boring to
read, try having to choose between ATC radio and re-runs of Frasier.
Enough said. |
| 9:31am |
We're directed by ATC Cleveland to descend back to 31,000 feet,
and while the captain sought to chat about the change due to the earlier
"chop," we were directed to that level after crossing DeWitt.
Whatever that is (a place, perhaps). |
| 9:40am |
We're passed over to Chicago Center at 126.12 MHz, which I would
presume is our final hand-off. We have a 30 minute ETA to touchdown
at O'Hare International Airport (airport code ORD). |
| 9:42am EDT / 8:42am CDT |
Oh, by the by, Chicago is in the Central Time zone, so here's we
go... |
| 9:08am |
Touchdown in Chicago, at gate B18. By a small stroke of luck, we
only had to traverse the concourse to B5 for our final flight. Moving
my bag, I wondered if this was really a non-smoking
flight. |
| 9:14am |
A cruise of the concourse revealed an appalling lack of Pepsi vendors,
but we found one, and paid the marginally insane price of $1.85 for
the 20 ounce bottle. Small price to pay for freedom, though. |
| 9:46am |
The first boarding call for our flight. Being lazy, and since I'm
charging up the laptop (or trying), we ignore it. |
| 10:02am |
Ignore it no longer, we queue up and join the gentle stampede onto
the plane, and back to seats 30E and 30F. We're not alone here, but
I think 30F is looking over my shoulder. (We ended up sitting in 30D
and 30E, versus trying to displace a settled 30D in 30F). |
| 10:22am |
Liftoff for the nest. Arrival in just four short hours plus a few
minutes. With the time changes (-2 from Central back to Pacific, that
puts us on the ground around 12:33pm Pacific Time -- yea! |
| 10:56am |
American Airlines flight 263 is requesting a landing at St. Louis
via Quincy due to a medical emergency on board. The First Office elects
not to declare an emergency, however. They clarified the condition
requires prompt attention, but does not require emergency services
personnel on the ground. |
| 11:00am |
We are transferred to ATC Minneapolis Center at 135.77 MHz on the
dial. |
| 12:51pm CDT / 10:51am PDT |
Just to mix it up as we sit through Raising Helen, I thought
I'd flip the time back to our final destination. Per the First Officer
chatting to the tower, we're at 37,500 feet to keep out of some chop
we were seeing at 39,000`feet. And, we were just transitioned from
Denver Center to Salt Lake Center on 135.77 MHz. |
| 11:46am |
We're directed to switch over to the ATC center on 132.05 MHz, in
preparation for our descent and approach. |
| 12:20pm |
We landed without incident, excitement, or drama -- and 18 minutes
early. |
| 12:32pm |
After some undue and unexplained |
| 12:57pm |
Luggage is in-wing and we're leaving the terminal. Another trip
is now a part of the history books. Ta! |
| |
| Trip
Stats |
14 days, surrounded by orange leaves, American history,
and political bumper stickers. Oddly enough, I didn't expect anything
less this close to a presidential election. That aside, honestly,
I just don't feel the "stats" thing in me this time. Call
it jet lag, fatigue, whatever. You'll live -- I believe in you.
;)
|
| |
| Trip
Summary - Don't Tread on Me Tour |
|
| |
|