The pilot let us know it’s a busy morning, and they’re just waiting to be assigned a parking space. It shouldn’t take terribly long, though.
This gives me a chance to photograph some planes on the flat and steady earth. I realized that as I was shooting planes, I didn’t know what my own plane looked like. It was still dark when we boarded.
I am at the back of the plane, and this time, I won’t get to skip ahead. So I’ll just relax till the line peters out.
My father is waiting at the Cell Parking lot while I disembark. After I get my bag from the claim area, we can rendezvous somewhere nearby.
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