I flew to Washington, D.C., from San Francisco on Wednesday. It's business: a bunch of people from KQED, my employer, are attending a training at National Public Radio. Most of my colleagues seem to have contrived to fly direct on Virgin America. Not me. I managed to put myself on a one-stop, with the stop being at Dallas-Fort Worth. That's a piece of Texas pavement pictured above, complete with a Boeing 757 shadow.
If you haven't been to DFW, it's huge. Many airports have tram/train systems now, and Dallas-Fort Worth is no exception. What was exceptional, however, was the length of the train ride, as only one of the two lines was running. When I got on, at one of the Terminal A stops, another passenger who'd just gotten off a flight from out west was fretting about whether he'd make a flight that was scheduled to leave in 45 minutes. I assured him that he'd be OK. Not that I really knew, but what are the chances that once you're on the airport train rolling from terminal to terminal that you'll miss a flight with so much leeway?
Well, he (and I) made our flights easily, really. But it was a bit of an odd trip. From Terminal A, we went to Terminal B (two stops there). From B, we went to D (two stops there). From D, we went to E (another two stops). And from E, we went to C (my stressed-out fellow traveler and I both got out at the first of the two Terminal C stops).
If I fly through DFW again any time soon, I'm going to see whether it's possible to walk between some of these terminals.