After 12 hours of travel by automobile, taxi, and plane (and then automobile), we are back at 1245. Left Averill around 10am, only stopping by Priscilla's to settle up, before heading over to Rte 3 to head down to Manchester. We left ourselves plenty of time, luckily since we got behind a series of slow vehicles heading south. Stopped off at the Tidal Basin at Franconia Notch State Park to enjoy a picnic lunch of lobster salad sandwiches and peaches next to the Pemi. Another reason we left early was to avoid the late afternoon traffic leaving the NH lakes heading back to Boston, which we were successful at doing -- at least in this leg.
As we were pulling up to the airport at about 3pm, I pulled up our flight to find that it was delayed an hour, almost certainly meaning we would miss our connection in Detroit. Crap. iPhones in hand, we researched different options but found nothing good. Confident we would be spending the night in Detroit (ours was the last flight to Atlanta), we headed to the counter to check in. Surprise! Delta rebooked us on a direct Boston to Atlanta flight and paid for a taxi to Logan ($130). Through aforementioned traffic returning to Boston. But we made it -- got there at 5pm, enough time to get a little dinner at Legal before cramming ourselves into 25A and 25B on the 757. Kids in front of us reclined, we couldn't because the exit row was behind us, so a real treat of a flight, featuring some real characters behind us speculating on the fortune they were going to make selling burglar alarm systems on Nantucket. They started the flight by asking the septuagenarian next to them where the good strip clubs were in Atlanta and it went on from there. Good luck in Nantucket, boys.
Home is hot, humid, and home.
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