2005/04 Hamilton trip - Flight to Toronto |
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Pete, one of Provan’s employees, gave us a five minute ride to the airport. The airport is small, but looked brand new, quite nicely done. We were in plenty of time, which was just as well, as I was lucky enough to be selected for the thirty-minute full-featured security screening. Perhaps they always do this now for flights going into the New York area. Our first leg was in a tiny three-seats-across commuter plane into Newark, just across the Hudson River from Manhattan. We found that the utensils in Newark’s restaurants follow government security guidelines: a wimpy plastic knife and a large robust metal fork that a Roman gladiator would have loved.
The flight out of Newark was about an hour late, and we landed in Toronto at dusk. It was a fine evening but we could see snow and slush around the edges of the runway. We picked up our PT Cruiser rental car, and set out following Julie’s instructions, and then in my wisdom I took the easterly entrance to the freeway instead of the west. After a quick turn around on a bridge and a brief encounter with the west-bound freeway, we were dumped out onto city streets with no signs of the freeway. We meandered around for a while discussing points of the compass, but then we pulled out the computer and found the freeway system again. We had less than an hour’s drive to Hamilton.