Originally Posted by Ltlabner
But generally speaking, I like the calm and stillness of the airport at 5 or 6am when there's not a lot of people and things are quiet. Maybe it's because it's supposed to be a bee-hive of activity and isn't? Maybe it's the whole calm before the storm thing? Maybe it's the confluance of thousands of people who will likely never again cross paths?
Airports are facinating places.
Last fall, my 4 year old woke up at 2:00 am on a Wed w/ a major case of insomnia. We had a house full of guests. After it became obvious that she wasn't going to sleep, I put her in the car and tried driving around I-285, thinking that the car would lull her to sleep.
(As an aside, it was weird being on 285 and not seeing a single car in either direction. 12 lanes+ of empty at 3am.)
As we got to the south side, she said she wanted to go watch the planes at the airport. So we pulled into the parking deck, drove up to the roof, and waited for planes to come in.
None did. I figured we'd get some UPS or cargo planes or something. But not a single plane coming in on a clear night at the nation's busiest airport.
So we went inside to walk around. No bags on any of the baggage claims (about...20? 24?) at Hartsfield. None of the shops were open. No one was any of the ticket counters.
My kid wanted some water, so we set out to look for a vending machine. Couldn't find one anywhere on the ticketing / baggage claim concourse. They only exist on the departure / arrival concourses.
The only signs of life were a handful of custodians / maintenance workers. As we walked over to a restroom to make a stop before hopping in the car & heading home, I realized that I knew the maintenance guy at the entrance to the restroom. He's one of our maintenance guys at work, and he works a few nights at the airport to make some extra $$$. He was shocked as could be to see me standing there with my 4 year old at 3:45 am on a work day. We chatted for a few, then hopped in the car to head home.
An empty I-285 and an empty Hartsfield airport. Surreal doesn't even begin to describe it.