DatabaseDiva
09-20-2006, 05:24 PM
A lot of people have mentioned that the stadium was a highlight of the half marathon experience. This was particularly true for my family. You see, the last time we were at Edison Field was September 10, 2001. My sister was dying of cancer, our son was about to start college, and the Mariners were nearing the end of their 116 win season. We desperately needed to get away from all of the stress and sadness, so we flew down for the last showing of the Country Bears. We stayed over to watch the Mariners play the Angels.
The next morning, we got up and went to John Wayne Airport. When we arrived, the people at the car rental agency told us they were closing the airport, and that we needed to get out immediately. They said to keep the car, and wished us luck. In a daze, we drove to the Amtrak office, but the trains were also stopped. We called our hotel, and they said to come back. We spent the day in our room, watching television. The next day, the parks re-opened. We didn't have anywhere else to go, so we wandered between Disneyland and California Adventure. Little kids laughed and played, but their parents wandered around like zombies. It was surreal. On Friday, we observed the moment of silence on Main Street. Finally, late Friday night we were able to get a flight back to Seattle. We were never so happy to be home, but we realized that the travel industry was going to be devastated if people didn't keep flying. The next day I got online and booked 3 more trips to Orange County, and one to San Francisco. We averaged a trip every 3 weeks for the rest of the year.
Now that the travel industry has recovered, and ticket prices are way up, we only visit once or twice each year. Thankfully, we've had many opportunities to replace the sad memories with happier ones, and now we have a happy memory for the stadium, too.
The next morning, we got up and went to John Wayne Airport. When we arrived, the people at the car rental agency told us they were closing the airport, and that we needed to get out immediately. They said to keep the car, and wished us luck. In a daze, we drove to the Amtrak office, but the trains were also stopped. We called our hotel, and they said to come back. We spent the day in our room, watching television. The next day, the parks re-opened. We didn't have anywhere else to go, so we wandered between Disneyland and California Adventure. Little kids laughed and played, but their parents wandered around like zombies. It was surreal. On Friday, we observed the moment of silence on Main Street. Finally, late Friday night we were able to get a flight back to Seattle. We were never so happy to be home, but we realized that the travel industry was going to be devastated if people didn't keep flying. The next day I got online and booked 3 more trips to Orange County, and one to San Francisco. We averaged a trip every 3 weeks for the rest of the year.
Now that the travel industry has recovered, and ticket prices are way up, we only visit once or twice each year. Thankfully, we've had many opportunities to replace the sad memories with happier ones, and now we have a happy memory for the stadium, too.