My trips to LAX have always been to return home. Today’s it’s the first leg of a long trip across the country. It will be after midnight when I arrive at my folks place in Florida.
I drove up the 405, past John Wayne Airport which is much more convenient and much more expensive. There was some traffic, but overall not too bad.
Helaine suggested I make reservations to park. Smart move. The sign at The Parking Spot said they were full. I drove to the roof. They weren’t kidding.
What to do? I called and was told to drive downstairs. I’ll get the self park rate for valet.
LAX : nuts. It always is.
No bag to check. I’m told that saved me around a half hour.
Security check in some weird place up stairs and off to the side. Never been there before.
Bought a sandwich, bottle of water and pretzels. Headed to Gate 13.
As is the Southwest custom this one flight number is actually a long series of flights: Pittsburgh, Chicago, Salt Lake City, Los Angeles, Denver and Fort Lauderdale. There are crew changes along the way. Only the plane, a newish 737-800, goes all the way.
We boarded on time, but left 40 minutes late. I suspect we’ll make up that time before I deplane in Florida.
We departed 24L, then a sweeping turn to the east. I recognized the Cajon Pass and I-15 toward Vegas. I’m over the Colorado River now.
Not much to do. I’ll try and sleep once we leave Denver.