The Misadventures of Captain Kerry
I knew in advance it was going to be a rough week, after all it was a pretty rough schedule right from the beginning, but I really had no idea just had bad it would get. Sunday and Monday were fairly uneventful in Houston Texas. WPPI was next on Tuesday/Wednesday in Las Vegas (that will put the hurt on most anyone). Then it was off to Reston Virginia for Thursday and Friday. And then things went bad. Trying to leave Dulles airport to get to Minneapolis, weather delays meant missing my connecting flight in Chicago. I can either stay and fly out in the morning or get to Chicago and hope for the best. Staying wasn’t an option because by the time I went through Chicago and on to Minneapolis, I would then be late for my presentation at the Northern Light Convention, so off to Chicago it was.
Every hotel within driving distance was already booked due to hundreds of canceled flights so I had no choice but to hunker down in O’Hare for the night. The airport staff laid out seemingly child-sized cots for us around midnight.
You must be thinking “at least you had a cot for the night”. I am 6′ 2″ and there is simply no position on this thing that was even remotely comfortable. Add to that the overhead lights, even with half of them turned off, was very bright. On top of this, imagine when someone holds an inflated balloon tight and twists their hands on it making that horribly obnoxious squeaking sound…that is exactly what it sounded like anytime anyone moved on these Boy Scout Torture Tables.
The real kicker was security coming in, flipping the lights on, and telling everyone it was time to wake up. Oh I beg to differ Mr. Blue Jumpsuit with an iron-on badge…my alarm has not gone off yet, therefor it is NOT time for me to wake up. My unwillingness to snap out of unconsciousness was only meet with additional blue jumpsuited guys who were even moreÂ insistentÂ that it was indeed time to wake up.
Oh well, my head is reeling and groggy from anÂ apparentÂ lack of sleep when I finally was able to focus on my phone and realized that it was 4:00am. Really? Really? Reeeeeeaaaallllly? The powers that be at O’Hare found it sufficient that putting cots out at midnight and kicking us out of them at 4am….4 hours….really?
It’s now coming up on 7am, I have about 90 minutes before my flight. The flight itself is only about 90 minutes so there won’t be a whole lot of sleeping there. Once we land, Jason Anderson from CanonBlogger is picking me up for the FOUR HOUR DRIVE to Brainard so we can do a Lightroom presentation. No doubt I will get more sleep in the back of the rental car than I got in the airport.
Over the years the travel Gods have blessed me, in all of my travels I have only had three multi-hour delays and nothing longer than an hour for the past 11 years…I guess when my number came up this time there needed to be some payback from all the good luck I have had over the years. Such is life.
If you are out there traveling, I wish you well, for me, I need some sleep.