158 days.
Wow. 158 days. That's how long it's been since the last time I stepped onto an airplane. Oh, how I miss travel.
This week, we drove our son from Denver to Tucson, where he will be starting his Junior year at the University of Arizona. While there, we had a chance to visit a few of our favorite sites, including Tucson Mountain Park, which is adjacent to Saguaro National Park - West.
As we drove his car to Tucson, we needed to take a flight home. The Tucson airport was extremely quiet.
Southwest Airlines is blocking off all middle seats, but I will tell you that every other seat on that flight was taken. The flight was quiet, left on time (as usual), arrived a bit early (as usual), and was effortless. I was a bit concerned about wearing a mask for a couple hours, but that fear was unfounded. The flight was uneventful - my favorite kind of flight!
Upon arrival to Denver, we hired a Lyft ride, and we were incredibly impressed with her safety and security. Check out the plastic lining in her car:
I have no flights reserved for the future. And this makes me sad.
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