Quick Trip

WINGING IT: Thursday afternoon we headed to Seatac to hop a flight to Las Vegas. A bit of  curious thing to do during a pandemic, we have to admit. 

We had purchased the tickets way back in January or February, before COVID was a thing here in the U.S. Now it's very much a thing, and the airline industry has been hit hard by the pandemic, as people pretty much quit traveling for awhile.

We were definitely in the 'not going' camp until very recently. We researched what flying is like now, made sure the airlines we were flying had strict mask policies, read up about changes at the airport and decided that the chances were we could safely fly.

For the flight we wore N95 masks covered with yet another mask (two layers of tightly woven cotton with a high tech filter in between). We had copious amounts of hand sanitizer, and eye protection during the flight. We also took an immunity booster for days before the flight, and used Nozin pre-flight (I learned about that from my friend who is an RN and works with COVID-+ people every day). We purposely booked the last row, so that no one was sitting behind us, coughing or sneezing on us. 

We weren't too happy to see that Spirit Airlines did not have social distancing on their plane what so ever. The flight was full, with strangers sitting shoulder to shoulder.  I would not fly them again during the pandemic, that's for sure. They did announce that their cabin air is filtered and 99.999 percent of bad stuff is filtered out and that the cabin air is refreshed every 2-3 minutes. We hoped that was true

The flight was uneventful, and we were on the ground in Vegas by 4:30. We went straight to R&R's house, where an inviting pool and two adorable Doberman dogs were waiting. 

Strudel likes wearing a damp towel around to help him cool down.

We spent a lot of time outside, and practiced social distancing inside and out. We stayed at a hotel not far from their place to help with distancing and limiting exposure. 

I had to work on Friday, so Christian and the kids went swimming and hit a couple of stores. 

Rather than going to a risky restaurant, we had dinner at R&R's on Thursday and Friday - take out. 

CJ didn't sleep well on Thursday night, so he was pretty tired on Friday. He and Pretzel hung out on the couch, not socially distancing. 

By Friday evening, CJ was struggling to stay awake. Rachel suggested he go upstairs and lay down 'in the pink room' for awhile. CJ headed upstairs ... and took a wrong turn at the top.

Imagine our surprise when it was discovered that he had gone into R&R's bedroom and climbed in their bed and napped with Pretzel. OMG. Worst COVID guest ever. 

Later, I asked CJ why he did such a thing. He replied, "I was really tired, the walls looked pink, and, most importantly, Pretzel was there."

I can agree with the first and last part of that explanation, but not the middle. The walls did not look pink whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Annabelle spent time with Strudel, without violating any COVID precautions.

DERBY DOINGS: On Friday evening, while watching the Vegas Golden Knights win the final match in a best of seven series against the Vancouver Canucks, out sports talk turned to Saturday, and the Kentucky Derby. We wondered what coverage would be like without all of the rich people in fancy hats in the stands. 

I suggested it would be fun if we had a very minor Derby celebration, with some kind of Kentucky food (no, not Kentucky Fried Chicken) and mint juleps.

I started Googling Kentucky recipes, and the first and foremost finding was something called a Kentucky Hot Brown. Not a very appetizing name, but it's a (usually) open-faced sandwich, with turkey, roasted tomatoes, a cheesy sauce, bacon, and more cheese. I followed a Bobby Flay recipe, it was pretty decent.

I also made a metric ton of potato salad (which had nothing to do with Kentucky). And Christian was the only one made a mint julep.

LEAVING LAS VEGAS: Turns out Saturday evening is a good time to get out of Sin City. We walked right up to TSA and scanned through no troubles ... well, except for two bottles of water and two beers Christian had stashed in my suitcase without telling me. That was an unpleasant surprise. When the TSA agents asked me about the liquids in my carry on, I had no idea what they were talking about. Word to the wise: Don't stick things into someone else's suitcase without telling them. Oh, and for 19 years now, since the 9/11 attacks, you have not been able to take liquids like that on a plane. Guess it's been long enough that some people had forgotten that.

As always, our gate was as far as possible away. We had to take a tram and walk and walk, but eventually made it there. 

We had about 10 minutes to kill, so I told Christian to take $20 and go hit the big one.

Shockingly, he came back $20 poorer. Go figure.

Soon, it was time to board. By choice, we were in the back row again. Delta does things differently, and the last rows load first. (That makes sense, really.) So on we went. There was just one person in the row ahead of us, and no one for a few more rows forward. The stewardess said there were a total of 29 people on the flight. It was boarded quickly and we were on our way.

The Boeing 737 we flew was a much newer, prettier and more well-appointed plane than the Spirit shuttle we were packed into on the way down.

Each seat had its own screen. I like being able to monitor the flight's progress. 

We waved at Nonnie and Bops as we flew over Bend.

Below, you see the snow-capped Cascades near Bend.

Annabelle had a view of a sunset, with spectacular colors courtesy of smoke-tinged skies due to wildfires.

This is what flying during a pandemic looks like. Doubled up masks and goofy goggles.

We appreciated the safety reminders on the seat screens.

This notice was also somewhat reassuring. Hopefully it's true.