{"id":1381,"date":"2008-03-28T21:48:59","date_gmt":"2008-03-29T05:48:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/?p=1381"},"modified":"2008-03-28T21:48:59","modified_gmt":"2008-03-29T05:48:59","slug":"travel-by-the-numbers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/travel-by-the-numbers\/","title":{"rendered":"Travel by the numbers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Traffic at YVR by Chris Corrigan, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/chriscorrigan\/2231645886\/\"><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"240\" height=\"180\" alt=\"Traffic at YVR\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2395\/2231645886_907fafef81_m.jpg?resize=240%2C180\" \/><\/div>\n<p><\/a>Today I was scheduled to make a short flight from Vancouver to Nanaimo.  It is early spring here on the southwest  Pacific coast of Canada, which means blossoming trees, fresh spring flowers and, to everyone&#8217;s surprise, a blizzard in Nanaimo, which meant my flight was cancelled.  So I high tailed it out to Horseshoe Bay and jumped n the new Coastal Rennaissance ferry and headed to Vancouver Island by slow boat.  Revelling in my new found free time, and fresh from adding up the contents of my suitcase, I decided to crunch the numbers and see what my travel schedule has really been like.  Here it is:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<ul>\n<li>Number of days from January 1 to March 31: 91<\/li>\n<li>Number of those nights I spent in my own bed: 28<\/li>\n<li>Days in which I did nothing at all related to work: 25<\/li>\n<li>Number of those days that were in Maui starting New Year&#8217;s Day:10<\/li>\n<li>Number of flight segments: 25<\/li>\n<li>Number of airlines travelled: 4<\/li>\n<li>Number of train rides from Vancouver to Seattle: 3<\/li>\n<li>Number of cars rented: 0<\/li>\n<li>Number of flights cancelled for snow: 3<\/li>\n<li>Days of work missed as a result: 1<\/li>\n<li>Temperature with windchill in Celsius that Regina experienced on that day: -56<\/li>\n<li>Number of flights taken from Vancouver to Toronto: 2<\/li>\n<li>Percentage of those flights on which the on board computer needed rebooting before we could leave: 100%<\/li>\n<li>Number of US Border crossings: 6<\/li>\n<li>Number of US Customs and Border Protection officers encountered: 10<\/li>\n<li>Number who wished me well, thanked me, welcomed me or said nice things: 2<\/li>\n<li>Number who admitted me to the United States without a single word exchanged between us: 1<\/li>\n<li>Number of clients: 14<\/li>\n<li>Trips in which I worked with three or more clients in person without going home: 3<\/li>\n<li>Trips during which my family came with me: 3<\/li>\n<li>Meals which I have cooked for my family: 3<\/li>\n<li>Weeks in a row I am taking off from work between June and September: 10<\/li>\n<li>Consecutive days I get to spend in my own bed starting Sunday: 15<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>That last stat: luxury.<br \/>\nThe funnest moment, by a long way, was surprising my father on his 70th birthday.  We flew to Ontario, drove with my mother through a raging blizzard for three hours, arrived at my parent&#8217;s house as my dad was going to sleep, and crept up the stairs singing &#8220;Happy Birthday.&#8221;  The look on his face was beautiful, have asleep and full of love and delight.  Nothing compares.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today I was scheduled to make a short flight from Vancouver to Nanaimo. It is early spring here on the southwest Pacific coast of Canada, which means blossoming trees, fresh spring flowers and, to everyone&#8217;s surprise, a blizzard in Nanaimo, which meant my flight was cancelled. So I high tailed it out to Horseshoe Bay and jumped n the new Coastal Rennaissance ferry and headed to Vancouver Island by slow boat. Revelling in my new found free time, and fresh from adding up the contents of my suitcase, I decided to crunch the numbers and see what my travel schedule &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-travel"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-mh","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1381","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1381"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1381\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}