My trip started out getting on a bus in Rockford. Typical bus ride, nothing too exciting, except, this time I was flying solo. This is the first time I have taken public transportation without anyone else around. I arrived at the airport, made it through security and to my designated terminal without any help. no one held my hand and I made it safe and sound.
While sitting there waiting for the plane to arrive I saw a familiar face, though at first I couldn't place him. He was tall and lean and had very unique facial features. After I stewed for a while I finally figured out who he was, Randy Johnson. That was my celebrity sighting for the trip, and yes he got on the same flight I was on to Phoenix.
I landed in Phoenix safely then caught a puddle jumper to Yuma. The flight was uneventful, except they stuck the one person on the plane who got motion sickness right next to me. I spent the part of the flight over telegraph pass and landing trying not to hear her gagging. I have a sympathetic gag reflex and if she would have barfed, so would have I.
Once we landed I got my luggage and walked across the street to wait for my rental car. (Hint, if you want to rent a car with out paying the airport taxes, walk across the street to a gas station, or fast food joint and have the car company pick you up there.) Once I had my car I headed for mom and dad's.
From there it was a whirl wind tour of the southern part of the state, I went from Yuma to Mesa to Tucson, back to Yuma, back to Mesa, down to Tempe, then Back to Yuma. Saturday found us at the newest casino in the Yuma area. It all happened so fast and there was so much driving, it is one big sandy blur.