Traveling blog break

I don't think I can yet blame this on Donald Trump's meddling with the weather service (NOAA) or the FAA (air traffic control and airports). But nonetheless yesterday was such a miserable travel day from Martha's Vineyard to San Francisco that I need to take the weekend off from posting here.

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It's easy to think of the Vineyard as a kind of precious retreat from American reality -- until reminded by experience that it is also a somewhat remote rock on the edge the Atlantic. And in the offseason, which is when we visit, the island is populated by incredibly tough, hard working folks who have to live off the short summer tourist season.

Our flight off island to Logan airport in Boston on a tiny regional airline, Cape Air, was cancelled at the last minute on Saturday; something about a torn up runway at the hub. So getting off the island suddenly turned into a marathon.

There was no way to catch our long flight home out of Boston. A lot of airline wrangling by Erudite Partner finally got us a different night reservation from Boston -- which would only work out if we could rush to a mid-afternoon ferry to Woods Hole, followed by an hour and a half bus trip. 

We managed all that and got seated around 9:30 EDT on a Jetblue cross country plane, only to sit for an hour and half on the runway, waiting for a bank of thunder storms somewhere on the route to clear. Finally got home at 2:30 PDT, grateful for pick up by insomniac house partner.