So, we're off to San Diego. We drive south from Corvallis for about an hour and come to the airport in Eugene, go through security and wait for our flight to . . . Salt Lake City?
Why is the hub for flying from Eugene to San Diego in SLC? Isn't there more than enough traffic along the coast to justify having a hub in San Francisco, or L.A.? Seems odd to me.
Less surprising is a display of Siberian art, seeing's how Eugene has Irkutsk for a sister city. Attractive art, especially the dazzlingly-detailed batik, and not neglecting the oil paintings that look like plat diagrams of housing developments.
In addition to displays of art that are worth looking at, we are also pleased to see that within the secure perimeter there are plenty of amenities available, and at prices that are not at all gougesome.
We take a teensy little non-jumbo jet, a Canadair Regional Jet CRJ50, juuuuust barely high enough in the middle of the cabin for me to stand upright, with my shoulders almost touching the overhead racks. Tough luck on anyone who's the least bit bigger than me.
They get everybody into their seats in good time, even the chirpy little toddler and the guy who had to check his walker (I see no sign of the old priest, the newlyweds or the embezzler clutching his briefcase, so I guess there won't be any dramatic events on this flight).
The plane rattles in the most interesting fashion at every movement (takeoff, raising of landing gear, levelling off). A larger plane wouldn't have so much of a feel to it. It reminds me of driving a VW Beetle, and being able to feel the road. I like it, but it clearly makes some people nervous.
[To be continued -- check this posting later, and I should have added to it]
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