Ocean to Ocean, West to East: Scotland Bound

 

Monday morning my journey started spectacularly ... with a flat tire!  Big shout out to Les Schwab Tire in Jackson, California for a quick in/out.  Back on the road to San Francisco Airport in 45 minutes!  From my Sierra mountain home, I drove 160 miles est nly to hop on a plane heading 5,495 miles ast.

packing -- make it fit!  

packing -- make it fit!

 

The afternoon departure from San Francisco was stunning.  The late afternoon fog was rolling in over the coastal mountains, like drippy cotton candy.  A swing out over the Pacific treated me to an aerial view of Point Reyes and the shark-infested Tomales Bay.  Then we flew north over Boise, Idaho; further north and east to Winnipeg, Goose Bay, and the wild North Atlantic and into Dublin, Ireland airport by midmorning Tuesday.  This overnight polar route shaves a couple hours off the cross-pond trip to West Coasters.

Aer Lingus provided great service!

Aer Lingus provided great service!

A quick change of planes in Dublin from jet to prop, and a hop across the Irish Sea landed me in Edinburgh, Scotland by midafternoon Tuesday.  Cleared immigrations and collected my bag for an overnight at the airport Holiday Inn to sleep off the jet lag and an 8-hour time difference.  Wednesday morning, I will head back to the airport and meet up with my sister and niece as they fly in from Philadelphia.

Somewhere over Scotland

Somewhere over Scotland