“don’t go where the path may lead, go instead where the is no path and leave a trail.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The day has arrived at last. We’re all packed, and at the weight limit with all if our bags. The next hurdle is the trip itself. This isn’t one of those cross-country, eight hour flights, it’s a sixteen hour first leg, and a three hour on a prop plane second leg. These trips, even though I’ve done them half a dozen times, always seem epic. I always worry about logistics, how long the layover is, how our bags might arrive—if at all—etc.
Now for the anxious, weight–laden waits in the airport, and the long, butt–numbing, recirculated air–breathing flights.
I hope there are movies.