As I drive toward the airport, I wonder if this is the first time in years that I’ll miss my flight. Packing wasn’t the issue. It had been a quick affair, requiring less than five minutes to throw everything needed for a quick weekend trip into a duffel.

No, it was the regrettable decision of heading back to the office before leaving town. I have plenty to do. But it could have waited, and I lingered too long. Now I’ll arrive deep into boarding time. And it doesn’t take long to fill the seats of a CRJ-200. Will I make my flight? 

Perks of a Regional Airport

Parking is as annoying as ever. I hate the turn into the lot. The entrance is narrow, and I hit the curb half the time. I find the first available spot in the lowest section of the lot, immediately grateful for the tiny size of our local airport. 

As I approach the terminal, I barely make out the announcement: “Paging Ian Snyder, if you’re in the terminal, please make your way to the gate.” I’m here, I’m here. Just give me a minute. 

Or maybe two minutes. TSA PreCheck turns security screening into a 90-second affair, from ID check to retrieving my belongings off the conveyor. There is one of me to a whopping four TSA staff. 

The gate agent calls my name before I’ve finished collecting my stuff. I’m his one remaining passenger, and his relief is as great as mine. I’d made it with a couple minutes to spare before boarding ends. 

an airplane on the tarmac

All’s Well That Ends Well

I spend most of a minute finding an overhead bin to store my bag, one of the few downsides of being last onto the plane. Luckily, I didn’t have to gate check it, continuing my streak of 2+ years without gate checking anything. Even frequently flying CRJs. 

I settle into my seat and check my phone. It’s been just shy of 8 minutes from the moment I parked the car. Wow. It’s always quick flying out of Arcata, but not this quick. I don’t think I’ll ever replicate this experience.

There is a side of me that wants to, though. It would be amazing to plan every trip this close to the wire. I’d save tons of time. But it comes with risk. Hit a few extra stoplights on my way to the airport, and I’m hosed. Is it worth it? I don’t think so. Add in a 5-minute cushion and I think I’ll be fine. 

While nowhere near as stressful, this experience also brought last fall’s near-fiasco to mind.

How close have you cut it to missing a flight? I’m wondering who else flies out of a regional airport where you can push things this close to the wire.