Changes

We are in Minnesota.  Mankato.  My sister, Karla is in the ICU ward.  Her future is short.  So it was time to go home.
   Thursday morning we had breakfast at our campsite at Cape Blanco.  By 11:15 we were packed and on the road.  We arrived back in Canby a little after 5.  After the trailer was parked, I got oline and secured tickets.  Because they were last minute, they were twice as much, but we needed go.  There were three seats left on the flight when I bought them.
   Our good friends picked us up at 4:15 and dropped us off at the airport.  The airport experience was relatively easy.  The Alaska agent was friendly.  We were pre-checked by TSA, ( the agent said it was because we were "older than him").  The flight left on time, arrived a bit early, picked up by a by a grand nephew, and at the hospital by 4-5 o'clock.  Flying is not the exciting experience it once was.  It's just like a trip in a really fast bus.  But it serves a important need.  To travel across the country quickly.   So it is a good thing.