(originally from January 2008)
My mother and I were invited to Arizona for a week to visit my cousins Theresa and June. It was the first time I was ever out of the midwest (not counting babyhood trips), as well as my first time on a plane. I went berserk documenting it and, though I won’t share all the photos, there are some fun ones.
Here’s the trip there:
our very, very heavy carry on luggage *hint – it started out light enough but by the time we got to Phoenix it was like lugging bricks!*
The Springfield/Branson airport (though it’s nowhere near Branson…)
Our happy boarding passes. We almost lost these once. It was not cool.
Inside the fort plane. Can you feel me freaking out?
Looking out the window, trying to stay calm….
OMG! we’re in the air! *panic*panic*pan- hey. Missouri looks kinda boring from up here.
I think this is Arkansas. it’s swirly.
Wow. Texas is tidy. And flat.
This was a fascinating sculpture in the Dallas airport.
I wish I’d taken more photos of it. Call it aggravation that I didn’t. *hint – we RAN across the airport to catch our plane, then found it was delayed for an hour… yeah…*
Looking cheerful despite the fact that we were herded onto a plane, left there for forty-five minutes, and then taken back off because it turned out they couldn’t fix whatever had caused the original delay.
Finally made it onto plane number three and, though it flies, there is nothing to take pictures of…
Yay! We’re only four hours late!!
Ha ha! And it’s cloudy! (secretly I was glad, as I like clouds, but there is an irony when you visit sunny Arizona and get rained on, just sayin’)
More coming tomorrow!
Fav song of the moment – Wicked Game – HIM