Dallas is a big, busy city. 5 lane highways all jammed up with traffic. I set the GPS to take me to Dallas Fort Worth Airport and headed out. I knew that I should have ignored the GPS when it told me to exit the freeway. The signs for DFW airport told me to stay on the highway. I chose to trust the GPS and eventually ended up at the airports administrative offices on the outskirts of the airfield. Whoops!
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| Somewhere in Dallas |
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| Tigger says... "I think we missed a turn back there?" |
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| AT THE AIRPORT |
nice security guard pointed the way. 6 miles of winding airport service roads later and I’m sitting here…
Because the RV is 10.5 feet tall, I can’t park in any of the parking structures. I’ll just have to sit here and wait. Herman's flight from Detroit is due in at 2:45… about an hour and 20 minutes from now. Let’s hope security doesn’t notice me.
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| The plane arrives 3 hours later. Can you spot Herman? |
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| Tigger is excited! |
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| It wasn't long after leaving the airport, everyone was zonked out |
