I left for a trip to Utah on Thursday, March 7th and then returned on Saturday, March 9th. In order to make it across the country, I had to be on the plane before sunrise. This leg of the trip took about 75 minutes. My plane took me to Atlanta for the rest of the trip (4.5 hours). It was a pretty uneventful ride. I sat between two native Utah residents. One was on his way to a wedding while the other was going to her granddaughter’s college graduation.
I spent my time academic skimming two books on emerging technologies in academic libraries, which was the topic I was presenting on. When I finished with that, I pulled out my netbook and discovered that Delta was having a special where you could tweet for free. My tweets from this part of the journey:
- Nice: this flight has free Twitter access. I’m flying over the Rockies right now. :-)
- Aww, I just took a photo but realized that the default Twitter website won’t let me upload photos.
- So far I’ve academic skimmed two books, ate 3 snack bags of fruity chewy things, 1 teeny bag of pretzels, and paid too much for a sandwich.
- Uh oh. We’re hitting turbulance! I’m above Utah right now.
- Quite a bit of turbulance now! >___<
- We’re beginning our downward descent. We’ve dropped about 3000 feet so far. I see a big river out the window.
- Lots of shaking. We’re in the clouds. We should be there in a little over half an hour. I can feel the descent. We’re dropping rapidly.
- And by rapidly I mean the angle is enough to make me queasy. I’d rather continue to be climbing high…
- We’re at 30k altitutde and continuing to drop. The clouds are too thick to see beyond the wings.
(I’ve left my misspellings in. Ah, the internet/modern browsers have completely spoiled me.)
When I landed, I rushed outside in order to meet the shuttle that would be taking me on the rest of my journey. Unfortunately, there were some issues with this plan:
- I had not caught that the name on the shuttle bus would NOT be the same as the one printed on the ticket.
- The shuttle was an hour late anyways.
- I had spoken to the shuttle operator about 3 times. He knew I was there and waiting. I did not dare to go inside in case I missed it. So, when the shuttle did come and the driver did not ask if the shuttering, teeth clattering girl was the one who had been calling the shuttle, I got quite upset. The reason for this being that I witnessed several other shuttles where the driver would ask people for their name to confirm that they were not suppose to be on his shuttle. It seemed to be pretty standard.
So, by the time that things got worked out, it was two hours after I had landed. I had stayed outside in 43 degree weather and watched it rain, then hail, then lightening as I waited for the shuttle. Thank goodness that my boyfriend had told me to wear long johns and that I brought my feather down coat and wool gloves.
It all turned out for the best. I got to ride the shuttle up with some great locals: a professor, a chatty hair stylist, and a father and his daughter who were returning from a hunting trip. They pointed out landmarks, told me that no really, the mountain is right there but we couldn’t see it thanks to the thick snow. They were great! So while things were off to a rocky start, the locals totally made up for it. :-)
I’m not sure what all I can/should say about my presentation. I did not hit the 45 minute mark, but was told that it worked out perhaps better that I did not. Instead of 15 minutes of Q&A, there were 25 minutes. The bad thing about my presentation was that this library was already kicking butt and taking names. At least I’m current with what should already be being done in most libraries… I enjoyed my visit though a great deal. The people I met were fun and more importantly, easy to talk to. That is always a blessing when you’re shy like myself.
It snowed nearly the entire time I was there. Everyone complained about it while back home, it was in the 70/80s. I was pretty excited about it since I love snow. Only later back on the plane did I realize that I never stepped foot on Utah soil. I was always on asphalt/concrete. When there was a break in the storm on Friday evening, I got one tantalizing glimpse of the further valley and maybe it was the sunset colors, but it looked like Heaven.
My planes were late returning me home. The first because it was snowing pretty hard in Salt Lake City, so the plane had to be deiced. Then in Atlanta it was because the plane had to be rerouted due to a big storm in North Carolina (both of my mom’s skylights were broken due to the hail. My grandma said her car was dented!). My boyfriend was very patient waiting for my plane to arrive. He then took me to my favorite restaurant for dinner then presented me with these: