My time at the base has been terrific. If there is a good time in the future, I would return to give my friend Fr. Johnson more leave.
During the last few days of my time at GITMO I did some remote ham radio operation. The 20m band was super open for a couple days. I got some good contacts. I did some of my own hunting, calling CQ, and got a couple of pile ups, which was a new experience.
Mr Iguana remains unimpressed.
Pano from my balcony.
Directly after our Sunday Mass at the Main Chapel, I went with a couple of the men who had served down to the ferry landing to cross the bay with the flight crew who would take me back to the mainland.
Here is a starfish in the clear waters.
The boat was fast and fun at full throttle on the placid bay. Alas, it couldn’t go faster.
Once the C-12 was prepped, we were on our way.
Yes, I blessed the plane before we boarded.
A few sights from the ride to Fort Lauderdale.
The colors were fantastic.
Once we landed in Fort Lauderdale, I went through US Customs and was then translated to the commercial terminal where I checked in for my flight to Madison.
Alas, we were halted in the plane, on the runway for a looooong time, so long that I started getting note on my phone about my connecting flight being cancelled and being shifted to a flight the next day through LGA … (connection through LGA …what could go wrong with that?).
We landed in ATL with about 30 minutes before the MSN flight was to depart and I was still getting LGA messages as we taxied. But when I was about to search hotels, I got a note that the MSN flight was still on! I had to hie my sorry person across the airport. Of course we arrived at the end of one terminal and the MSN flight was to be at the end of another. And the escalators taking people down to the connection train were out of order, so people stacked up at elevators. Anyway, I made it to the gate with a couple minutes to spare. I figured my bag wouldn’t make it, but at least I’d be home.
I like flying at night, passing over the towns and seeing seemingly slowly moving vehicles on the roads. You can see the arteries of the places bringing in and carrying out the traffic.
Once landed in MSN, Delta sent a “we regret to inform you” note about my bag. Having consulted with the “bag lady” that was that. My car was in the parking lot just where I left it and the rest is predictable.
This morning I got a new notice that my bag was loaded in ATL. I really like this text service. It should be out for delivery early this afternoon.
And that, as they say, is that.
Finally, here is my voice memo recording of colors from GITMO.
My bag was delivered in good shape. The process was efficient!
And, I surpassed 1 million miles on Delta.