Moab Canyonlands is The Homiest Airport Ever

So going back to where I left off from my Utah adventure. After our day of whitewater rafting, I quickly did a mother of all mother-packing session. From a huge hockey bag, to a medium-sized business suitcase. Segregated all dirty clothes with instructions to the husband to wash on his next pit stop. (bless him, I came back from my work trip with crisp clean clothing)Slept for about 4 hours and woke up real early to fly out of Utah.I was really worried getting to the airport. It was pitch dark, and we’d been driving for 20 minutes straight without any signs of nearing any airport. It’s such a small quaint airport. Canyonlands Field is the name of Moab’s airport. Blink and you will miss it.

So this is what’s inside the airport. It was 4AM, I had few hours of sleep, so when I walked into this setting, I felt twilight zoned for a moment there. Did I just walk into someone’s living room?
The den looking set above is the terminal gate. The 2-lane check in counter is located along a hallway.

And check out the “food court” y’all.

There were about 10 passengers altogether including me. True the flight was quite turbulent but that is to be expected on an aircraft this size. I love the fast no-nonsense service of Great Lakes Airlines.
The best thing has to be their generous free check-in luggage policy.

And I am also very pleased to report that despite the handwritten baggage tag , my 2 checked in bags made it in time and in one piece to La Guardia airport, via Denver.

So I made it safely to New York eventually. Let’s save my New York adventure for another post.

Saying goodbye to the canyonlands, and preparing for my adventure to the other side of the world.