August 18, 2010. My brother-in-law, Jim, drove up to the barn even a little early around 5:15 am. Lucky, of course, jumped into the open trunk and had to be extracted. Poor cat; I felt so bad leaving him. I was bound for the 6 am airport shuttle to catch an Air Canada flight from San Francisco to Moncton, New Brunswick via Toronto.
The flight goes relatively painlessly, being a direct connection to Toronto and despite the on-demand entertainment system totally blanking out for about 30 minutes. I had already finished watching Shrek Forever before that happened.
Customs in Toronto at 9:30 pm went smoothly; it seemed mostly to consist of picking up my luggage and putting it back into the Air Canada domestic system, although the customs agent had a bit of a bee in his bonnet about Jon not having a captains license for a boat over 40 ft until I told him Anomaly is US registered. I was annoyed by the domestic connection, however. Although signs direct you to the connection, they really practically dump you out the door. I lost my bottle of water because I had to go through security all over again.
On the hop to Moncton, I sat next to a fellow who looked and sounded just like John Holland, our granite expert. He was returning from Alberta where he drives a petroleum truck for 4 months at a stretch. What a commute!
The plane had been delayed, but made good time and neither of us finished our movies. Jon seemed happy to see me and we collected my luggage and drove in a borrowed car the short distance to Pointe du Chene pier and Yacht Club.