I’ve never been to Atlanta, Georgia before, and all I’m getting from my hour in the airport is that it’s hot. Feels good on my Northwest bones. This is a big sprawling hub, and I was afraid of being lost several times during my mile hike (and train ride) to my connecting flight. Coming in for a landing looked green and lush. There are probably bugs but not here in the airport.
One cool thing: bathrooms have easily identifiable neon signs. Good idea.
I’m on my way to the Cat Writer’s Association conference in Myrtle Beach. Almost there. This is all uncharted territory for me. I think I crossed the Mississippi River. I was excited at the prospect. All these new places. Not so excited now that I’m in this busy airport. No, Dorothy. You’re not in the Pacific Northwest anymore.
I’d like to see more of these United States though. From the ground, not on a TV screen. Maybe by train.
This is my first attempt at blogging from my phone. Excuse typos and mistakes. This is what they call spontaneous. Must sign off now. See you in Myrtle Beach.