Charleston, Pt 3
I saw something on tv about people in New Orleans still rebuilding their homes, years later. It made me think of the houses on the barrier islands where we went to the beach. The barrier island was less than 10 blocks wide and all the houses on it, even the apartment buildings, were on pillars. Some of the houses were only 5 or so feet off the ground but many were as high as 12-15 feet, and the pillars varied from wood columns to ornate brickwork. Often they'd use the space below the house for parking or storage. I think that similar techniques could be used around New Orleans, as well as trying to move people to higher ground.
Looking back upon the vacation I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. The main goal of seeing my G-Grandmah was completed, but we did not get to go to the aquarium or ship museum (with it's WW2 Carrier!!! *_*) or Fort Sumter nor on a carriage tour of downtown Charleston. I think that had we managed our time better we could have done these things. I think this is why I'm a stickler for doing things ON MY OWN, because I can set my own pace and do my own thing and not worry about other people's needs or wants. Then again, I've learned things often take 2-3 times as long as you think they will so who knows if I would have been able to do all the things I wanted to.
Last Day:
Once again, it was to bed at 12am, and up at 7:30am. If I marry a woman who takes 3 hours to do her hair and makeup I'm fucking killing myself. :/
We had enough time to go to go see my g-grandma one more time, which took a little more than an hour because she insisted we stay and wait for my great uncle and his son even though they weren't coming and we had to get to the airport.
The gate next to ours was a flight directly back to Detroit. It seems that Detroit is close enough for direct flights to Charleston. I guess the airport can handle medium-sized jets.
At the airport we found ourselves stuck in our plane, a medium-sized 737 (6 seats per row), for almost an hour because there were storms over Atlanta causing the airport runways to be closed. We finally took off and the flight was uneventful.
The Atlanta airport is huge. JFK, O'hare, LAX have nothing on this monstrosity. Imagine a gateway with about 35-40 gates... and then imagine 7 of them parallel to each other with an underground subway connecting them together. This airport was so huge it had it's own subway! We had to take the subway about 4 buildings over. I would have wanted to explore this massive complex but we had less than 2 hours before the next flight, I was exhausted and had a headache, and mother wanted to eat at the airport's TGI Fridays.
The next flight was also uneventful, although we hit a bit of turbulence and passed through the top of a Cumulonimbus thunderhead unscathed (luckily), and found ourselves amongst other thunderheads, which is why I like flying... it's something else to see the clouds from way up there. And then we arrived in Detroit and I was able to sleep in my own bed for a change.
Looking back upon the vacation I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. The main goal of seeing my G-Grandmah was completed, but we did not get to go to the aquarium or ship museum (with it's WW2 Carrier!!! *_*) or Fort Sumter nor on a carriage tour of downtown Charleston. I think that had we managed our time better we could have done these things. I think this is why I'm a stickler for doing things ON MY OWN, because I can set my own pace and do my own thing and not worry about other people's needs or wants. Then again, I've learned things often take 2-3 times as long as you think they will so who knows if I would have been able to do all the things I wanted to.
Last Day:
Once again, it was to bed at 12am, and up at 7:30am. If I marry a woman who takes 3 hours to do her hair and makeup I'm fucking killing myself. :/
We had enough time to go to go see my g-grandma one more time, which took a little more than an hour because she insisted we stay and wait for my great uncle and his son even though they weren't coming and we had to get to the airport.
The gate next to ours was a flight directly back to Detroit. It seems that Detroit is close enough for direct flights to Charleston. I guess the airport can handle medium-sized jets.
At the airport we found ourselves stuck in our plane, a medium-sized 737 (6 seats per row), for almost an hour because there were storms over Atlanta causing the airport runways to be closed. We finally took off and the flight was uneventful.
The Atlanta airport is huge. JFK, O'hare, LAX have nothing on this monstrosity. Imagine a gateway with about 35-40 gates... and then imagine 7 of them parallel to each other with an underground subway connecting them together. This airport was so huge it had it's own subway! We had to take the subway about 4 buildings over. I would have wanted to explore this massive complex but we had less than 2 hours before the next flight, I was exhausted and had a headache, and mother wanted to eat at the airport's TGI Fridays.
The next flight was also uneventful, although we hit a bit of turbulence and passed through the top of a Cumulonimbus thunderhead unscathed (luckily), and found ourselves amongst other thunderheads, which is why I like flying... it's something else to see the clouds from way up there. And then we arrived in Detroit and I was able to sleep in my own bed for a change.