Airports, airports, airports

Yesterday (Saturday) was airport day.

Up at 4AM, then off to CYOW to put my wife on a plane. She sings with a Sweet Adelines chorus, and they're off the Las Vegas to sing in the international competition. Most amusing part of the trip was when it was about 20 minutes to flight, we were at the front of the line-up, and someone (who happened to be from the same chorus) arrives in a panic for the same 6am flight. Give credit to the Air Canada staff -- they didn't roll their eyes at the time-challenged pax, or fall on the floor laughing. Then again, it was probably the first such occurence of the day, and most certainly the last.

While waiting at the airport the sun had come up, there was now a bit of a breeze, and the fog blew down from the Ottawa river to the 417. What was an idlyllic morning drive into the airport had turned into pea soup for the latter part of the drive home.

Wake up daughter, eat breakfast, and then drive back to the airport to catch a flight for a two-week vacation with her bro in Calgary. The lines at Air Canada were much shorter this time, so we had a chance to sit in the sunshine and chat, before seeing her through to security.

And then, in mid-afternoon, it was off to CYRP for a flight lesson. More about that next posting.

The weather yesterday and today is wonderful... minimal wind, wonderful fall colours, and bright warm sunshine. I'm torn between doing yardwork, or to go book another lesson. Or to drive down to the gliding club and say hello to my friends (and maybe go on a glider flight).