Wednesday, June 1, 2011

BEST LAID PLANS

AN INTERESTING INVITATION

          I was close to 65 when I had a phone call from a roommate I’d bunked with in Belize. She was about five years older than I, and she wanted to go down to the Sea of Cortez.
            After the general niceties of a call from someone you’ve only known briefly, she said, “How would you like to go to the Sea of Cortez? My usual travel buddy thinks roughing it is room service at one of the big hotels. I don’t know anyone who would be willing to sleep in a pup tent on the beach.”
            Had I told her I was an old Girl Scout? Of course since we’d met doing a dolphin project on  an isolated atoll in Belize might have given her a hint that  I’m pretty open to any adventure, so I responded, “Well, tell me about it.”
            She did and when all was said and done, I told her, “That really sounds like fun. I do have one condition though.”
            “What’s that?”
            "I want to come home on the Copper Canyon Railroad instead of flying home.”
            “I’ve never done that so sure, I agree to that. You want to take care of those
reservations and I’ll take care of the trip? Then we can settle up.”
            The day I was to meet her in the L A airport, a fellow on my plane decided to have a heart attack. We had been in the air less than an hour. The pilot informed us we had to circle in order to dump fuel so we could land safely. An ambulance was waiting on the tarmac for the patient, who incidentally did ok, when we landed. Then we had to refuel so I was delayed and our lunch plans in LA went out the window.
            I had told my friend on the phone before leaving, “I’ll be wearing a maroon jogging suit.”
 So as I hustled to my LA departure gate at least a dozen people said, “Oh you must be W----. She’s at the gate.”
            She had waited at my arrival gate as long as possible, then she informed people along the route to keep an eye peeled for me.  Many did. I arrived at the gate minutes before they were to let my seat go. We were happy to see each other and we had a wonderful informative carefree time camping on a lovely uninhabited island. Lots to tell in other posts.
            We made seven trips together before she sadly died. She was a trooper!

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