I filed out of Rapid City on the same Transition route on which I had flown in, T288. The flight briefer taking my plan had never heard of a T-route. He entered anyway, and the flight plan computer accepted it. He was kind of excited to have learned something.
|West side of the Black Hills.|
In Billings we walked to the terminal where we had a very good meal at Gateway Restaurant and Lounge. I checked with Delta to see if I had enough miles to buy my more delicate passengers a ride home at a higher altitude. I did, but the next available flight was not until Saturday, and it went through Salt Lake City. We decided to make a run for Missoula. The nice folks at Edwards Jet Center provided us a crew car and directions to the CVS pharmacy where we got some Dramamine.
I filed a flight plan, got one last check of the weather, and decided that the gap between storms was too small. Not worth taking the chance, so we tied down the plane and headed for the pool. A lot of work for little progress.
Again on Saturday we loaded the plane, filed a flight plan, checked the weather, and took off.
Traveling with a son who has type one, or juvenile, diabetes can present its own challenges. Hotel breakfasts seem to prefer starches and carbohydrates over protein. And teenage boys loves them some carbs. Especially after not eating for the eight hours they were sleeping. Carbs turn to glucose, and with enough insulin, the glucose turns to energy or stored as fat for later use. But we miscounted, and the excess glucose over ran the insulin and kicked off and attempt by the kidneys to filter out the excess glucose.
|Welcome to Livingston|
A brief stop, a snack, a little insulin, and all is well.
At 4,659 above sea level, I pondered if it was the highest altitude airport I had landed at. It is not – Fort Collins at 5,016, Colorado Springs at 6,178, and Rock Springs at 6,765 are all higher.
Move along there is nothing to see here.