Category Archives: Administrative

Off To The Cape

We’re driving up to watch the launch. I hadn’t thought I was going to be in Florida this week, so I didn’t bother to try to get a base pass, so we’ll probably just watch from across the river in Titusville. No blogging–I don’t have Verizon wireless, and doubt if I’ll find a connection up there.

Under The Wire

I barely got back from DC to Boca last night. I was flying out of BWI, so I took the Metro with what I thought was plenty of time up to Greenbelt station from Crystal City, with the expectation of getting a bus for the last leg to the airport. Unfortunately, when I got there, I discovered that there was a huge traffic jam on the Balt-Wash parkway, and the buses weren’t running. I shared a cab with someone else, and he took a lot of back roads to get past the mess, having to drive through a lot of (lovely, under other circumstances) Maryland countryside, through Laurel, and up to Fort Meade, before we could finally get back on the highway to the airport. I got there about a half hour before flight time, barely made it through security and on to the plane.

Meanwhile, back in Florida, there was a major hurricane approaching. Though Dennis was still over western Cuba, the outer bands were affecting the lower east coast. We flew down over the ocean, and I could see a lot of thunderheads and lightning off to the west. It was an onshore wind, so we had to head into the weather over the swamp, and do a turn to land to the east. There was lightning all around the plane, but the ride was surprisingly unbumpy, and we landed in Fort Lauderdale without incident. Looking at the doppler this morning, if I’d missed my flight (which I very nearly did), it’s not obvious that I’d have been able to get in this morning either, with heavy rains and winds here. I’m sure it’s much worse over on the west coast of the state, though.

Light Bloggage

I’m heading off to DC for the next week, and will probably be consumed in tasks there. I’ll have broadband in the hotel, but I don’t know how much time I’ll be spending there, other than to sleep, so no promises. Maybe Sam can pick up the slack from Tenerife.