On the flight back from Reno, Nevada where I had attended the Cordillera International Film Festival, there was a three hour lay over in Salt Lake City. I of course used the time to sketch. I would not be getting back to Orlando until 5:30AM. So my hope was that I might get some sleep on the flight. In the man time I had travelers to sketch. The guy with his feet up on his luggage suspected I was up to something nefarious and kept glancing over at me. I made sure to be looking and sketching some other part of the scene when he looked my way. Eventually he settled in and watched a movie on his iPhone in his lap.
Of course sketching the airport in Salt Lake City is really no different than any other airport sketch. Had I taken a full day, I could have explored the huge family history archives in the city. Some people took to lying on the floors to sleep. A little 10 year old boy got impatient and kept walking around with hill rolling luggage. The bag was too large for him to maneuver so he kept bumping into people. As always I was the only person masked, although I did see several people rush by to their flights. Perhaps only Floridians are clueless that we are still in the 9th wave of the pandemic.
On the flight I ended up watching the first Dune movie, so I didn’t actually get any sleep on the flight. They wear such awesome masks and goggles in Dune. I might have nodded off in the last hour when the movie was over. I do think I am still jet lagged.