Just like George Harrison's solo album title, All Things Must Pass,
and it was time for me to head into the west. Not in any metaphorical
sense, just to fly home to Ithaca. Of course west required traveling
various other directions first. The first stop was walking to the train
station. Followed by a train back to London and King's Cross Station.
Then the "tube" to Heathrow airport. Then go through all
the security and whatnot. Then be baffled by all the duty free stores
that have prices and sizes of items making it impractical to buy anything.
Then the 15 minute walk to the gate. Then waiting as they cool the plane
down from 99° (yes, the gate agent said it was 99 degrees; they
didn't say Fahrenheit, and they never said 38 Celsius). Then a flight
to Newark, New Jersey. Then more whatnot items like customs, passport
control. Then taking an airport train to a different terminal. Then
checking in through security again (waiting for the TSA to find
someone to answer their repeated, goose-like calls of "male opt
out! male opt out!" so I could get my Freedom Grope), then
getting to the gate, then taking a bus to the plane, then taking the
plane to Ithaca, then driving home. Yup, I think that covers most of
the song's on Harrison's album...
Anyway, they were fine with Stephanie going to the train platform with me.
When I got on the train, I decided it'd be cool to take a " going
away" shot, and fumbled to get my camera out. Stephanie picked up
on what I was doing and cooperated and I got a picture before the train
left. And then...it still didn't leave. It sat there for a couple of
minutes before going, so again, she cooperated and undestood my vague
gesticulations behind the window, and switched the mood to bored.
I took a few pictures from Canada at altitude, where water and ice were
visible below, and then some pictures on the approach to Newark. The
next set were of the mass of lights in the New York City area at night
as we left Newark, and finally the "welcome home" Ithaca provided
me with a mid-to-late April snowstorm. There was no jet-bridge, so we
had to walk from the plane to the terminal. I hadn't brought my winter
jacket on the trip. It wasn't that bad, just enough to say &qouot; when
you least expect it, expect it!"
Part 9: Backyard
Blacksmith Workshop Part 10: Bagby Airfield Part 11: Byland Abbey Part 12: National Railway
Museum Part 13: Cambridge (Part
2) Part 14: Cambridge
Botanical Gardens Part 15: The Departure
Part 9: Backyard
Blacksmith Workshop Part 10: Bagby Airfield Part 11: Byland Abbey Part 12: National Railway
Museum Part 13: Cambridge (Part
2) Part 14: Cambridge
Botanical Gardens Part 15: The Departure
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