Despite having an iPhone app for tweeting, my perfect Twitter moment eluded me. On the day I was dying to answer TweetDeck’s “what are you doing” question, I wasn’t carrying an iPhone.
Several Sundays ago my husband and I were kayaking in the golden light of a late afternoon on Cape Cod waters. Suddenly our zen-like serenity was shattered by the ear-splitting roar of a 747’s jet engines.
To our shock there was Air Force One, lumbering just a few thousand feet overhead, shortly after take-off. It was so close, it filled up the sky.
With my hands full of kayak paddles, a mile away from my iPhone, there was no way to tell TweetDeck what I had just seen and heard.
How did this happen?
We were just a couple of miles as the crow flies from the runway where the President’s 747 took off en route back to D.C. We were kayaking in a bay about midway between Martha’s Vineyard (where the Obamas vacationed) and a former Air Force base – the only possible place on Cape Cod capable of landing Air Force One. (The other airports can only accommodate helicopters or small commuter planes.) Hence our shock at having a 747 so close overhead.
When you live far from D.C., this is not what you expect when kayaking the coastal waters…