Traveling for ID Tech Camps
A short work of Non-Fiction
by Krister Rollins
Chapter 1: Training in Philidelphia
The day for training is fast approaching and I keep neglecting to look up the various ways of travel. Out of some silly romantic notion in my head, I think it might be cool to ride the train down. I’ve never really ridden a train in this country and would like to give the ol’ rail a whirl, if only for a bit.
$200 round-trip tickets quickly discouraged that.
My aunt found $29 flights. Really cheap. The grand total came to $76.90. Less the $75 travel stipend leaves me owing a whopping $1.90. Sounds reasonable to me, right?
Wrong.
Firstly, the airport I have to get to is 100 miles away or so. Manchester, New Hampshire. It’s a two hour and forty minute drive according to mapquest. The flight is scheduled for 10 AM, so I should be there at 8 AM, what with all the new security regulations. So I need to leave my house at 5 AM, roughly. And I do, I give in to my worries and leave exceedingly early, encounter no traffic and arrive at the airport at 7:30 AM. I check my car into short term parking, I’ll only be gone for 36 hours.
So, I get into the airport and don’t have any problems with security. It’s too early for my flight to even be on the boards in this rotten place. Good thing I brought a book. For Whom The Bell Tolls. Good stuff, it really is, but you can only take so much Hemingway in one sitting, it begins to screw with the way you think. Here’s my log of the events up through boarding:
A short work of Non-Fiction
by Krister Rollins
Chapter 1: Training in Philidelphia
The day for training is fast approaching and I keep neglecting to look up the various ways of travel. Out of some silly romantic notion in my head, I think it might be cool to ride the train down. I’ve never really ridden a train in this country and would like to give the ol’ rail a whirl, if only for a bit.
$200 round-trip tickets quickly discouraged that.
My aunt found $29 flights. Really cheap. The grand total came to $76.90. Less the $75 travel stipend leaves me owing a whopping $1.90. Sounds reasonable to me, right?
Wrong.
Firstly, the airport I have to get to is 100 miles away or so. Manchester, New Hampshire. It’s a two hour and forty minute drive according to mapquest. The flight is scheduled for 10 AM, so I should be there at 8 AM, what with all the new security regulations. So I need to leave my house at 5 AM, roughly. And I do, I give in to my worries and leave exceedingly early, encounter no traffic and arrive at the airport at 7:30 AM. I check my car into short term parking, I’ll only be gone for 36 hours.
So, I get into the airport and don’t have any problems with security. It’s too early for my flight to even be on the boards in this rotten place. Good thing I brought a book. For Whom The Bell Tolls. Good stuff, it really is, but you can only take so much Hemingway in one sitting, it begins to screw with the way you think. Here’s my log of the events up through boarding:
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