Flying out

I can’t say a whole lot about today except that it felt like it would never, ever end.

Up early, drive to El Sobrante. Pick up Miriam, figure out how to get to the Richmond BART which we made it in time to get a direct train. Ride forever or 90 minutes to SFO. From there we were well within the check-in window. Amazingly, United had enough customer service windows open that we checked in quickly and easily before heading to security.

Not being stupid, I made sure we were in the line to  clear at one of the new machines, thus avoidding having to take everything out of my backpack.

[aside here, it is still amazing to me how many people wait till they are at the bins at security before getting organized. The couple in front of us had a real challenge remembering how to empty pockets, take off belts, vests, jackets, etc. neccesitating several trips back to the line which held up everyone’s bins. I figure if you are from the EU, you most likely flew to the US and have done this at least once before].

Anyway, for good or evil., I had booked us in coach. After looking at the seating plan, I elected to choose seats within a couple rows of the back of the plane. Wading through all the people standing in the isles is a pain, but we had two seats together on the side without having to deal with a middle seat and ours did tilt back. Sort of. Departure ~ 1300 – arrival tomorrow morning at 0730 or whenever.

Other than that –

All that is left is to share photos of San Francisco, bridges and bay on the way out (and before I lose my couple of minutes of connectivity….).