The Flagstaff airport is pitiful. I spent the weekend at the Grand Canyon (woohoo! more on that in a later post) and I flew home out of the Flagstaff airport. Oh goodness. It’s one of those miniscule airports where it takes a minute to walk from one end to the other and security is closed until half an hour before the flight takes off and its flights are only to or from Phoenix. And yet … it appears they have a Calder mobile. Wait, what?
I almost didn’t notice it at first because it’s not placed very well and the black metal gets lost among the wooden trusses. Ugh. When I first saw the mobiles, I thought they were pretty cool. And they still are pretty cool, but they’re EVERYWHERE. And that makes seeing them more annoying than enjoyable now. Calder ran a good thing into the ground.
Oh, and the plane was so tiny (befitting of the tiny airport) and the ride was short but bumpy … I’ve never been so scared flying. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be visiting that airport again any time soon.