All I knew was that the first day of my vacation was about to get trashed, and being caged up in the Atlanta airport for six hours was more than I could handle. So I came up with my own plan: drive the five hours to Charleston and let AirTran pick up the rental tab. I picked up the yellow PT Cruiser, got some coffee, and hit the road under a bright blue sky. This had to beat sitting in an airport for six hours, plus another hour in the connecting flight, right? It all seemed like a really good idea until about an hour into the drive, when my face started to hurt from lack of sleep, I had to take micro-naps at every rest-stop, and I realized I forgot to pack any CDs. And while loving the bright sunshine, I had to wear my sunglasses over my eyeglasses (since my contact lenses were in my my luggage, which was checked at Stewart and hopefully going to meet me in Charleston). This wasn't quite what six-eyes had expected.
To salvage the day, I left the highway for part of the drive, and got to see some of the Georgia and South Carolina landscape, which was interesting, and much like the feeling in my brain, full of cotton.
Left New Paltz this morning at 4am to make a 6am flight out of Stewart. Yeeha--five days of sunshine, rest, roadtripping, Avett shows, and the beach! Or so I thought. The AirTran flight out of Newburgh was delayed over an hour, and arrived in Atlanta too late for many passengers to make connections to their "final destination." My flight to Charleston had already left, and my plans of spending the afternoon at the beach in South Carolina also slipped away as the AirTran representative outlined my options, one of which required waiting six hours for the next flight to Charleston. I was still weary from the 3:30am wake-up, so it took about 8 minutes for this new information to sink in.