Arriving in Honolulu, I was reminded of what I already knew - Aloha was
running 3 hours late due to rough weather, while Hawaiian (who I flew)
were perfectly on schedule. That's why we say "Friends don't let
friends fly Aloha."
Thankfully, since Hawaiian was perfectly on schedule, I had a nice
relaxing stop in the lounges at Honolulu, then slept all the way to Los
Angeles on Delta, had a nice relaxing stop in the lounge there, got
upgraded to first class, got on the plane, which didn't take off because
something broke, got off, got on another plane with slightly fewer
seats (still managing to be in first class), which did take off, and so
on.
North of the Mason-Dixon line, things were pretty snowy. My stop to
change planes in Minneapolis was snowy, and the plane east from there
had to get de-iced before takeoff. Flying east, I had a good view of
Racine, Wisconsin just as we started out over Lake Michigan, and later,
as we were beginning our descent, I got to see Three Mile Island in
Pennsylvania.
After a couple nights' rest in New Jersey, Saturday came, and it was
time to head down to Washington with my parents to see my sister and
nephew, the other frequent flyers and the museum full of airplanes. At
30th Street Station in Philadelphia, we learned that it was National
Elevator Escalator Safety Awareness Week, then took the stairs down to
our Amtrak train to Washington D.C.
We got to see lots of scenery from the train, including the Susquehanna River.
Once we arrived in Washington, we found my sister Sue and her son
Mitchell, and all had lunch in the food court at Union Station.
Everyone decided to take the Metro over to the Smithsonian (changing at
Chinatown) but I felt like walking, so I went briskly down Louisiana
Avenue to the Mall.
While waiting for everyone else to show up, I took more photos. Above
is the Washington Monument, and below is the Capitol, where we banish
our worst criminals in a practice we call "capitol punishment."
Once we were all at the Air & Space Museum, we hung around for a bit
until all my fellow frequent flyers arrived, then got a private guided
tour of some of the highlights.
Of course, I spotted this poster from the WWII era. Needless travel, indeed!
I guess flying from Hawaii to the east coast and back partly just to use
up some vouchers from the airlines and hang out with some other
frequent flyers in a museum full of airplanes might qualify as an
"unnecessary" trip... There's nothing quite like a museum that tries to
make you feel guilty for coming to see it.
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