We left the house at 5 a.m. and were sitting at Gate 28 by 6:40. Parking, baggage check-in, and security all went smoothly. The only things that didn’t go through the X-ray machine were the underwear, socks, pants, and shirt I was wearing!
The ticket agent told us the flight wasn’t full and guaranteed us a middle seat by assigning Kristi the window and me the aisle. We boarded late in the process, but it was still an agonizing 20 minutes before the plane backed away from the gate. Bodie had been awake for three and a half hours and was not happy. He fussed a bit, but took his bottle while we were taxiing and was asleep by the time the flaps were retracted.
That lasted 45 minutes. It was all new to him and he just decided he couldn’t miss it. He was pretty good the rest of the flight and made a lot of friends walking the aisle. The diaper change in the lavatory looked difficult from my vantage point in the aisle.
Minneapolis was warm and humid when the sliding doors opened and a lot attendant gave us the keys to a beige, boxy car-van. Looking back, I think he actually said I could take any of the vehicles in the row, but I thought he meant the closest one. I remember a Pontiac G6 and a PT Cruiser as nearby choices. Boxy doesn’t mean big. We all had to hold our breath, but our stuff fit and the doors shut.
The air-conditioned, extra-large room at the Sheraton was a welcome sight for three weary travelers. We all took a late-afternoon nap until, after only an hour, Bodie decided it was time to walk around Lake Harriet.
Bodie finally called it a day at 9:09 p.m. He woke up at 8:30, well-rested and ready for more!
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