LURE OF THE HORIZON

Ooooooh-hio

My first “traveling for business” trip was EXACTLY what I had anticipated.  …except different. 

I flew into the Cincinnati airport (which isn’t even in the same state as Cincinnati) and was immediately greeted with malaise.  I don’t mean to bag on Ohio-uns, because I definitely feel your pain living in Kansas, but there wasn’t much to work with.  I’m sure if I had the time, money, and inclination to dig a little bit, hidden treasures would reveal themselves.  But I had very little of all three. 

The cold grey rain met me at the airport and stayed with me the entire two days until I flew above the clouds to return back to Kansas City.  God, for whatever reason, does not allow the sun to shine on that part of the Buckeye State. 

I vowed to “experience” each location to which I am sent and not take for granted any part of traveling on someone else’s dime, but not much hinders my motivation to explore like cold and rain.  Put those together as cold rain and Scottie is staying in for the night.  This basically sums up my night alone in an Ohio hotel room:

Had the weather been nicer I could have played.  I was literally staying the backyard of King Island Amusement Park.  (Yes, I know I’m pushing 40 and would go alone to an amusement park.  You don’t have to like it.  Get your own blog!)  The lobby pamphlet rack offered dozens of options to go see and do.  Instead I sat in my room.  I wrote.  I drank five dollar wine.  I watched Monday Night Football.  I fell asleep with Nick at Night as my lullaby.

And from the time I woke until I flew out over the Ohio River:

I don’t know what to expect for my next destination, but hopefully mother nature will cooperate with the gods of decent locations and I will be able to better take advantage of my opportunity.

Stay tuned.