The Journey to San Diego

Well everyone, Connie and I are on the move again and this time it is to San Diego for the National Business Education Association (NBEA) National Conference during Spring Break. As always, I wore myself down to within an inch of total exhaustion before leaving and used that last inch to crawl to our plane at O'Hare. The crowds were nasty. The United ticket counter people were saints and we didn't merit "extra screening," which is always a blessing. However, we did not escape unscathed. Once in San Diego, we discovered that one of my bags never left the tarmac. It contained my regulator, buoyancy compensator (BC), semi-dry suit, dive knife, datamask, backup gauges, backup dive computer, safety sausage, and snorkel. Fortunately, the bag with the dive camera made it. Inside were also my fins and a back up mask. Assured it would be delivered tomorrow at 11am (five hours after I had to leave for a dive to the Coronado Islands), we took a cab to the Hilton Gaslamp Hotel and collapsed.

'Nuff said. Time to sleep.