The thing about getting old and being retired is, there seems to be more things that demand traveling. Most of the time this means flying.
Someplace two days drive away is only two hours by plane, and being retired I can't use the job as an exuse, so exuses run thin, and off we go. Month before last we visited an elderly relation in Seminole Florida, and now we're going to be going to St. Simons Island Georga for a cousins reunion on Karen's side of the family. Now this being her fathers side, its a different group of cousins than her mothers side of the family that we meet each odd year at Key West. Not a bad bunch, and I understand her relation that lives there has a nice boat to take out fishing and nature spotting.
Knives.
it's a pain for a knife knut to travel. There's always the terrible decsission to check or not to check, go knifeless, or stash one in checked bag and hope its still there at the other end. Last time I had no problem with my little classic and a sak. I think I'll stay with that formula.
I have this old Victorinox bantam around, and it seems to weather travel very well. Maybe the red handles with the white cross look innocent if spoted by the TSA luggage nazi's. Maybe it will make another trip. I'm sure the bottle opener is going to be handy for the cold Corona's.
It seems a shame to go on a nice fishing trip without even a pocket knife, so I guess I'll have to check my bag. I'd like to take my bone stag peanut, but I worry that may be too tempting. I've thought about taking the old Camillus scout knife I saved from obscurity, it looks aged and stained. Maybe that would not be attractive to a bagage searching drone. But with my luck, I'll have some idiot think its a valuable antique.
I'd love traveling, if it weren't such a pain.:grumpy:
Someplace two days drive away is only two hours by plane, and being retired I can't use the job as an exuse, so exuses run thin, and off we go. Month before last we visited an elderly relation in Seminole Florida, and now we're going to be going to St. Simons Island Georga for a cousins reunion on Karen's side of the family. Now this being her fathers side, its a different group of cousins than her mothers side of the family that we meet each odd year at Key West. Not a bad bunch, and I understand her relation that lives there has a nice boat to take out fishing and nature spotting.
Knives.
it's a pain for a knife knut to travel. There's always the terrible decsission to check or not to check, go knifeless, or stash one in checked bag and hope its still there at the other end. Last time I had no problem with my little classic and a sak. I think I'll stay with that formula.
I have this old Victorinox bantam around, and it seems to weather travel very well. Maybe the red handles with the white cross look innocent if spoted by the TSA luggage nazi's. Maybe it will make another trip. I'm sure the bottle opener is going to be handy for the cold Corona's.
It seems a shame to go on a nice fishing trip without even a pocket knife, so I guess I'll have to check my bag. I'd like to take my bone stag peanut, but I worry that may be too tempting. I've thought about taking the old Camillus scout knife I saved from obscurity, it looks aged and stained. Maybe that would not be attractive to a bagage searching drone. But with my luck, I'll have some idiot think its a valuable antique.
I'd love traveling, if it weren't such a pain.:grumpy: