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We are on the last full day at being at the beach at Emerald Isle, North Carolina and tonight is taco night. Last week, we drove from

English: Split, gymnastics Deutsch: Spagat

English: Split, gymnastics Deutsch: Spagat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cincinnati, Ohio to Mechanicsville, Virginia. We still don’t know if we are driving home to Cincinnati on Saturday or Sunday. Yeah, it is a bit late to be discussing such maneuvers, but such goes vacation.

The greatest lessons learned during this whole trip is one easily forgotten: be flexible. When things don’t go as planned, change the plans or perish. Too many people get completed stuck in the schedule and fail to see when it is time to change. They ignore the signs and complain. They get angry and point to the schedule. They will not relax.

Some things do require a tight schedule. Open heart surgery being one. The patient will not live for too long if left open. Very few things in life, however, require such a tight schedule. Failing to plan is as dangerous, so plan, go and be flexible.

Who knows where we are going tomorrow. We may drive to the in-laws and head home on Sunday. We may drive about half-way and stay overnight and then drive the rest tomorrow. Doesn’t really matter. When the decision is finally made, that is the direction will will go, until the signs say to move differently.

Be flexible and succeed.

 

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Great Salt Lake And Valley

Great Salt Lake And Valley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh my. Getting to our vacation in Utah proved to be no less an adventure than what we planned to see. As we were leaving from Richmond, Virginia, we elected to fly from Newport News as it saved us quite a bit of money (more to spend on the actual vacation…). Getting there wasn’t too bad and it gave my wife and her friend time to talk. Once there, a sequence of events transpired that was nearly tragic and comical.

It started with security that had a slow moving line, despite the shortness of it. There are six gates in concourse A, why does this have to be so hard? The line grew and it was slow. Next came the sterilizing body scan. As they made me take off my belt, my pants would not stay up high enough. I went to hold them, but all that did was have the TSA inform me that I need to put my hands over my head. This made my pants fall a bit (yes, I’ve lost a few pounds when I changed my workouts). After a few rounds of this, I pulled them up high enough and pushed my gut out to make them stay long enough for the scan. Ugh, now what?

That was the wrong question to ask, albeit only in my head. As I had had my camera backpack on, my back was sweaty. This made the scan register stupidly which lead to a pat down of the areas marked. Nothing was found that way, of course, but as the TSA does not train the agents to think, we danced anyway. Finally, redressed and through security.

After a bit of food and waiting, it was time for congregating around the gate and waiting to board like cattle. The biggest problem is that there wasn’t a plane. Oops. I guess we wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, it arrives 30 minutes late from Denver. Plane cleaned, we get to board. Plan full. Finally, off.

Our Denver arrival was only about 30 minutes late. No worries. Our scheduled layover was 3 hours. Find the next gate, ask about the exit row (it was full)  and get something to eat. Done, done and done. Congregate at A42 in Denver at the appropriate time. Oh wait. No plane. Hey, I’ve seen this play.

I check my boarding pass again. It says we are flying Frontier, not Delta. What’s with all the delays? I expect this from a heartless giant like Delta Airlines, not from a locally run regional. Plane finally arrives. Crews gets off. It is cleaned. New crew boards. We board. Well, sorta. Very slow to board and then someone says they forgot their laptop in the terminal. Ok, get it. She does. Pilot is still chatting with co-pilot. Nearly full plane. We are hot.

Someone finally figures out that customer comfort on an Air Bus 319 is a good thing and gets the air on. Pilot and co-pilot are still chatting. Time goes past 30 minutes since time to leave. We aren’t. What is going on?

Finally, an announcement that we are waiting on passengers from a flight from Atlanta. We wait more. Lady in window seat huffs and fidgets. Inside, I giggle. Outside, I am in discomfort. Very tired and seat will not recline. I’ve been awake since 5:30 am Eastern. It is nearly 10 mountain time. We still have to fly to Salt Lake, get bags, get shuttle to rental car, etc.

Finally, the last passenger is on-board. Seems he had to stop at McDonald’s on the way. Thanks buddy. I smile. I know karma will get him back. It did me. We fly.

Ok pilot, full throttle, we have time to make. Nah.

Arriving in Salt Lake started with one of the loudest and hardest landings of which I been a part. Nearly thought I was on Alitalia, except we didn’t bounce. Former Navy pilot I guess.

Now the very long wait for bags. Walk to shuttle area. Wait….wait…oh crap, midnight approaches and Fox Rental car closes then. I call. Get the recording. Another person shows up at the waiting area. She is on the phone. Turns out, she got the only human available to answer the phone. We wait and shuttle finally arrives. We drive…long way.

It is well past 12:30 am when we are out the rental area with the car. Now, the trip to the hotel. We find it without problem, though there is no stoner walking about in the drive way and security is following him. Welcome to the Red Lion Hotel. I check in and am informed our room does not have a closet. I don’t care at this point. We take everything up and I go to move the car. The elevator comes as expect, I push 1 and head to lobby. The car gets there and the doors will not open.

Really? Is this really happening? The time is pushing past 1 am Mountain time. This 3 am for me. I’ve been up nearing 22 hours. I push buttons. Nothing. I push more. Still nothing. Oh wait, I have the key and the envelope. A number. I call and get the front desk. I get disconnected before I can be understood. I call again. This time, good communication happens. In a few minutes I hear noises. Finally, the doors are open. How often does this happen??

Car is moved. I make my way back up to our room. I try to sleep. My mind is racing. I doze. At 5:30 eastern, my mind says “Wake up!” I hit snooze.

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In August, Miami, Florida is hot and very humid. It’s tropical nature can fully be felt this time of year. It should not be surprising that this time of year is also the slow season in Miami. Many hotels have too many empty rooms and prices for them are quite a bit less. So, of course I was in Miami for Top Gun Training.

Friday gave rise to some Geocaching, claiming the the Florida badge and dropping off a travel bug that I found in western North Carolina. I added some miles to its journey by dipping it in Geocaches in Virginia, West Virginia and around Cincinnati. That little one has been around quite a bit. Happy travels.

The training itself was incredible. How often do you get to spend time with not one, but three self-made millionaires in the ways in which they acquired it. For those you could see outside the discussions, leadership by example was quite evident. It is now time to put all those ideas, philosophies and methods into practice. Otherwise, the investment in time and money will have been for little.

Travel back was a bit of a nuisance. Leaving Miami late, the tardiness and annoyances kept falling like Dominoes. Late to Atlanta, waiting on the gate to be cleared, late leaving Atlanta and then having to wait 20 minutes for the bus to the long term parking lot. By the time I arrived home, I was not only very tired, but with the beginning of a bad headache. Such are the sacrifices of the Entrepreneur.

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Blink. Blink. Blink.

It is last night of vacation and packing is under way. Last bits of laundry complete and last beer consumed. Tomorrow gives the ride to the in-laws for visiting friends.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Drive home from Richmond is long and tiring. A few Geocaches are hit on the way and the Virginia and West Virginia badges are unlocked. An Earthcache requires a photo and some research on the ground. The whole family walks about a state park.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Home is reached. Unpacking starts. Dogs must go out. Normal life will start again tomorrow.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

The remains of the work week are nearing consumed. No blog post in far too long. Where are topics? Where did time go? Must return to reading. Must plan days again. Must account for time and work. Normal life is back fully. Time moves.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

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