We all learn to embrace the characteristic flaws and failures in our daily lives, and the fact that when we travel (especially me) they often get worse.  So, we laugh and we move on to the next one.  For me, they are comic relief, a reminder that my life is an ever unraveling comic strip.  Every time something fails, goes wrong, or puts a bump in my otherwise perfect (hah!) plans, its difficult, but also welcome.  I find I can laugh some of the stress away and chalk the day up to the universe blinking again. 

Today, heading for Alaska to start my summer adventure by plane, is one of those days.

Rutland Airport was my first clue, as my suitcase set off the very sensitive X-ray chemical detectors.  My bag showed up with traces of TNT – yes, explosive materials…..yup.  They were actually very nice about it though, asking if I worked with combustible substances often, how the traces might have gotten there, etc.  Thank goodness I wasn’t at a larger airport, I might have been tackled to the ground, handcuffed, escorted to a “secure room”, who knows.  I told them I had no idea how it got there, unless maybe it came from shooting guns on my farm and its still on something or maybe my teddy bear that I bought has explosive traces on it because my boyfriend touched it (he plays with C-4  a lot, what can I say?).  Either way, they confiscated a lighter I had brought with me just in case and packed my bag back up.  Apparently, I’m not going to make their top ten most wanted list….today anyways. 

After that, I went through security and waited to board an eight seater Cape Air plane – talk about testing your limits about why humans were meant to stay on the ground.  The other passengers were an interesting bunch as well.  One had a violin, one couldn’t stop texting to the tune of Star Wars Return of the Jedi, and a third had a safety pin for an earring and enough BO to keep my nose firmly glued to the air conditioning vent.  All in all, the passenger roster for the flight to Boston was interesting. 

The plane ride was actually a blast (I wish I had remembered to take my camera out of my carry on before boarding, oh well).  It was like riding in a sports car that could fly, but maybe shouldn’t have.  We had some turbulence, but otherwise, it was a loud, beautiful ride into Logan Airport.  Logan – well, it wasn’t too bad actually.  I met a friendly ticket checker, and who would have thought they have a Fuddrucker’s here!??!  My belly is pleasantly full with a bacon and cheddar burger and wedge fries now. 

Now, I have about two hours until my next flight to Salt Lake City and then from there its to Anchorage.  I’ll spend the night in the airport and wait for a shuttle ride the next morning to Denali (about four hours from Anchorage).  I’ve still got a long way to go, but I think most of the harder stuff is over….hopefully. 

I guess that’s all for now and I probably won’t have internet access for a while.  Wish me luck and take care!  I can’t believe it, but I actually miss Poultney quite a bit!  Stay in touch and help me stay sane folks, I’ll hopefully be back here soon to let you know how the rest of my day went!