As long as you put your smart phone on airplane mode, you can do pretty much as you please while on board these days.
And that made my iPhone 6 handy indeed for the front and back end of the travel portion of D.C. in Photos.
There were no delays at Hancock International as my dear wife Karen started our Easter Weekend getaway the Friday morning prior.
The flight was full for Destination D.C., and everybody weathered the pretty extreme turbulence for the 70 minutes airtime without a peep.
After deboarding, we grabbed our one large suitcase from the baggage carousel, I pulled out the long handle, and we followed the signs to the Metro station. I had printed out a Metro map and a map of D.C. with our hotel at the center at home, so we again took to signs and the fare card machines … but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask the guard at the gate which stop was best for our destination.
He walked us to the machine, punched a batch of buttons, and told Karen she needed to insert $7. Out came our two fare cards. He told us to go to the Yellow line, and informed us of our stop.
The train was clean and comfortable. I’d ridden the Metro when it was new, before I’d moved from Maryland to Syracuse in 1983. It looked just as spiffy, above ground at Reagan and underground in the District. I was impressed.
Karen discovered our iPhones worked even underground, as long as you remember to turn the airplane mode back off.
We were ready for our ascent to our excellent adventure. As it turned out, however, something had been lost in the translation of our needs to the helpful Metro policeman. We came up on N and 12th. Our hotel was at H and 7th. It was raining lightly. My jacket kept me mostly dry, and the wheeled suitcase worked perfectly.
Monday morning, we knew the best Metro station from which to depart was under the Verizon Center, at G and 8th.
It was a beautiful day upon arrival at Reagan International. However, at the TSA check-in, I forgot that I’d taken bottles of water and iced tea from our hotel fridge and put them in my carry-on. After I walked through the screening, the guy looking at the bag innards called over the supervisor. Mine was flagged. I was pulled out of line and called over. My heart jumped. I’d forgotten. What had I done? She asked me if I wanted to go back out and drink the beverages or leave them with her? Karen and I said we’d leave them with her. Phew. I wasn’t a smuggler.
For our flight back to Syracuse, we were all loaded on a bus at the gate and driven to the plane on the runway. Cool!
As we rolled down the runway for departure, two little girls across from us threw their arms in the air as if we were on a roller coaster. Very cool.
Our route didn’t take us over any of the monuments or memorials, dagnabbit.
As the captain told us we were preparing for landing in Syracuse, I was reminded that it has snowed again while we were away, and, yes, it had been a very cold winter, deeply freezing the rivers and lakes.
Coming tomorrow: Finale (Odds and Ends)
When was the last time you flew, and how did you find the experience? Have you ridden trains lately, and please you tell us about the trip if you did. Which photo is your favorite, and why?