Phoenix Airport

Oct 20, 2008 13:00

Who knew that Phoenix was spelled P-H-O-E and not P-H-E-O? Not me. But I do now. I'm waiting for a flight at the Phoenix airport to Durango. My first flight was canceled and I was one of the lucky few who got to go on the one later today... everyone else has to try again tomorrow. I almost took a shuttle out to see my grandparents in Sun City but then I decided that the margin of error was just too big and I didn't want to risk it. Maybe on the way back if I have a layover that is longer or something. They wanted to pay for it and everything but it is 45 min each way plus the time in security...

It sounds cheesy, but while I was flying here from Portland I was sort of marveling about how amazing air travel really is. It took two hours from Portland to Phoenix. It would have easily taken 5 times that driving (or maybe much more, I didn't feel like mapquesting it). We can just get on a plane and go wherever we want. It only take a few hours and poof! We walk out into a new city or possibly even a new country. It's probably the sleep deprivation talking, but that is pretty damn awesome.

But at the same time I worry about the amount of fossil fuels that go into each flight. Oh, poor sad polluted world!
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