Before I went to bed on Monday, I had the bulk of everything done. With the exception of a few last minute clothing items, our bags were ready. When I got up on Tuesday, I colored my hair and finished packing. I went to the grocery store to stock up - I didn't want Price to starve while we were gone. Matt got home early from work and we left for the Richmond airport around 4:30.

Once we were through ticketing and dropped off our bag, we headed over to security. As normal, Matt and his rig sailed right through and my rig was pulled for scrutiny. I told Matt to go ahead and find something for dinner. I've become accustom to the TSA rig inspection, but for some reason this was different. I told the agent that I had a letter from the TSA and offered to take it out of my bag, but they would not let me retrieve the letter.  

After about 20 minutes of standing there waiting for them to figure out the next step (swab my rig), they accused me of taking a picture of the x-ray of my rig (I was actually reading a text). I am not sure how taking a picture of an x-ray of MY rig would have been a bad thing, but apparently it was. They demanded that I show them the last picture on my phone. It was a picture of the back of my head. I was trying to see if I needed to color my hair before our trip. You caught me TSA!  I color my hair!

Someone finally figured out the protocol for dealing with a skydiving rig. Shocking news flash...swab the rig to determine if there are any trace amounts of explosives. Once they were finished with swabbing, I went on my way. Needless to say, I was very frustrated.

Matt and I shared a sandwich and some corn chips before we got on the plane for the first flight of our journey. Here we go...