It seems like forever since we left all our friends back at Bucknell, which means I’ve got a lot to write about since. I’ll break it up into segments so you don’t feel like you’re reading a novel…especially one written by an accountant.
First, thanks to Lauren “Lando” Anderson for buy Kyle, Jay and I our last Freez before heading out on our adventure…we feel bad that she got the grossest one, but pistachio ice-cream can be dicey when you add things to it, it’s science. So Friday morning we scrambled around making sure we had everything, ate another Mark Hyde fraternity house breakfast and scooted off to Harrisburg International (I was told it gets to call itself “international” because they have one flight that goes to Canada). Super special thanks to Eliot for giving us a ride there, really appreciate it man, can’t wait to see you when we get back.
The flight to Philly was short, Kyle and I spent some time contemplating the visual science of which way a propeller looks like it’s spinning (very serious stuff). At the Philly airport we hung out for over an hour awaiting our 5 hour flight to the west. We got some food and did some very intense people watching and couldn’t stop talking about the month that was ahead of us, unless we took a break from that to tell funny stories about late night happenings during our short stay at Bucknell. The flight was great and reinforced the fact that I can fall asleep anywhere. Kyle barely ever peeled his head from looking out the window, even when it was just clouds, and badgered Jay and I on trying to find out what we were flying over (maybe why I kept falling asleep, sorry Kyle).
