|Picture taken from balcony outside of our room.|
This is the first time I've seen a hotel completely integrated into an airport. Literally, you take the elevator down from your room, walk over to security, then proceed onward to your gate.
Every imaginable convenience is here.
I have another cup of coffee and leisurely pull my things together before heading out of the parking garage.
No sooner do I transition from concrete to asphalt than it starts to rain.
The further I go, the harder it rains until I can not see the white lines on the road anymore. Yes, I want to pull over and wait it out, but I can't even tell where the side of the road is. This is a disconcerting feeling, to say the least, so just like the deer episode in Kansas, I stay on course with reduced speed until I come upon a brightly lit toll plaza, at which time I pull over to wait for a calm in the storm and the same in my nerves.
I make it all the way to Tifton, GA before stopping for the night. I'm usually not at superchargers after dark, but va-va-voom do these have sass... instep with Christian Louboutin stilettos.