First Limo Ride

Monday was discouragingly full of things to be done on a timetable. Ugg. The rig was readied to be stored. Meaning the propane is turned off and the electricity, among other things, and the contents of refrigerator had to be done with. Auntie Pat was kind enough to take the stuff. The three of us had to finish packing for two weeks--never a happy thing for us. But all got done, the vehicles put in storage, and our limo waiting to pick us up at the appointed time. Incidentally I told Carmen no liquor, we were Mormons and water would be fine.
Becca brought her own "CocaCola Light, just in case. So we had our first ride in a stretch limo. They did have cold water for us, cool AC and surround FM music. Sammy the limo owner told us he thought it would only take 45 minutes to get to the airport. He didn't feel we needed to leave at 2:00pm for our 6:40 flight. We thought about it. We knew it could also take 3 hours to get to the airport. We used to live in Manchester which is just north of the airport. It would take at least a half an hour to get to the airport from there. We also lived close to where Auntie Pat lives now and we knew that the best time to travel on the "freeways" is between 11:00am and 2:00pm. So we told him we still wanted to leave at 2:00. It took nearly an hour and a half to get to the airport. We did not check in to our flight until after 4:00. There was an accident on our route and traffic was backed up. Luckily we had left plenty of buffer time. The ride in our Lincoln limo was a uncomfortable at best (like riding a dragon's tail, Mom said) but we were grateful not to be the driver, who turned out to be Sammy's Mother.