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bigmacbear) wrote2024-10-20 11:59 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2024-10-20 11:59 pm
Bearrison Street Fair Trip, Day 4 of 4
SUNDAY
I'd set an alarm for 4:45 figuring Gary would have been up since four and it wouldn't take long to pack the few remaining clean clothes. However, Gary got up a little earlier and I needed to use the bathroom urgently, so I got up about quarter after four and shut off the alarm. We were showered, dressed, packed, and checked out of the hotel by six, and caught the SamTrans 292 bus to the airport just before quarter after six since BART wasn't starting till eight. There were many folks with luggage, and as the bus filled up at the many local stops, we had to be ingenious with bag stowage.
We left the bus at International Terminal A, ascended three flights of escalators, then took the blue Airtrain to Harvey Milk Terminal 1. I needed to use the restroom again, and while I was in there, Gary saw a large group of people coming from the train station. I retrieved my hand bag with toiletries and electronics from my roller bag and we went to tag bags and check them in. I noticed an Express Bag Drop for First Class and Elite passengers, but as we'd already tagged our bags, and the big bear clerk with the black bushy beard was apparently overwhelmed, a gentleman in the queue told us that the regular bag drop was actually faster. It turned out the reason for that was the regular bag drop was automated: just tap the screen and lay down the bag with the tag visible, and the computer does the rest. There wasn't obvious signage pointing to the TSA checkpoint, but a quick look at the map screen got us what we needed. As we were about to enter the checkpoint, a group of several dozen people who appeared to be on an educational tour converged on the entrance and we had to detour to the end of the queue behind them. Cue "Another Hundred People" from Company. When I got to the scanner and filled my bins, a TSO asked if the glasses under the conveyor were mine. I answered in the negative and the TSO retrieved the glasses. It took me a bit longer than Gary to get recombobulated because the machine kicked my second bin aside for secondary inspection. When I was done, I noticed the glasses sitting on the conveyor. We made the long walk to our gate (assisted by a couple of people-movers) and were very happy to find some nice comfy chairs with high padded backs in which to wait.
The flight was fairly uneventful. We took off into the east and turned north over the East Bay. Shortly after takeoff we were both snoozing until brunch (the traditional fruit and cheese plate) was served. I had to wake Gary so the flight attendant could deliver his tray. We landed from the north, coming in low over downtown Seattle and using the western runway (16R).
We retrieved our checked bags and headed for the train station. Along the way, a dude sat behind us and read aloud from some sort of textbook or research paper on parents feeding their children. When we arrived at Lynnwood Station we caught the 512 north two stops to South Everett Station and waited for a Lyft at the kiss-'n'-ride lane. When we arrived home, we alternately nodded off in the recliner. Gary put on some ravioli for dinner, and we were in bed by just after eleven.
I'd set an alarm for 4:45 figuring Gary would have been up since four and it wouldn't take long to pack the few remaining clean clothes. However, Gary got up a little earlier and I needed to use the bathroom urgently, so I got up about quarter after four and shut off the alarm. We were showered, dressed, packed, and checked out of the hotel by six, and caught the SamTrans 292 bus to the airport just before quarter after six since BART wasn't starting till eight. There were many folks with luggage, and as the bus filled up at the many local stops, we had to be ingenious with bag stowage.
We left the bus at International Terminal A, ascended three flights of escalators, then took the blue Airtrain to Harvey Milk Terminal 1. I needed to use the restroom again, and while I was in there, Gary saw a large group of people coming from the train station. I retrieved my hand bag with toiletries and electronics from my roller bag and we went to tag bags and check them in. I noticed an Express Bag Drop for First Class and Elite passengers, but as we'd already tagged our bags, and the big bear clerk with the black bushy beard was apparently overwhelmed, a gentleman in the queue told us that the regular bag drop was actually faster. It turned out the reason for that was the regular bag drop was automated: just tap the screen and lay down the bag with the tag visible, and the computer does the rest. There wasn't obvious signage pointing to the TSA checkpoint, but a quick look at the map screen got us what we needed. As we were about to enter the checkpoint, a group of several dozen people who appeared to be on an educational tour converged on the entrance and we had to detour to the end of the queue behind them. Cue "Another Hundred People" from Company. When I got to the scanner and filled my bins, a TSO asked if the glasses under the conveyor were mine. I answered in the negative and the TSO retrieved the glasses. It took me a bit longer than Gary to get recombobulated because the machine kicked my second bin aside for secondary inspection. When I was done, I noticed the glasses sitting on the conveyor. We made the long walk to our gate (assisted by a couple of people-movers) and were very happy to find some nice comfy chairs with high padded backs in which to wait.
The flight was fairly uneventful. We took off into the east and turned north over the East Bay. Shortly after takeoff we were both snoozing until brunch (the traditional fruit and cheese plate) was served. I had to wake Gary so the flight attendant could deliver his tray. We landed from the north, coming in low over downtown Seattle and using the western runway (16R).
We retrieved our checked bags and headed for the train station. Along the way, a dude sat behind us and read aloud from some sort of textbook or research paper on parents feeding their children. When we arrived at Lynnwood Station we caught the 512 north two stops to South Everett Station and waited for a Lyft at the kiss-'n'-ride lane. When we arrived home, we alternately nodded off in the recliner. Gary put on some ravioli for dinner, and we were in bed by just after eleven.