The Arcata-Eureka airport was an eye-opening experience into municipal airports. The plane pulled up in an actual parking lot! There weren't any other planes, no ramps, trucks, carts, beeping or flashing things, no dude waving the flags, no orange cones...not much of anything, really, so there was a creepy, otherworldly feeling that we'd just pulled up in the middle of nowhere. Which, uh, wasn't exactly wrong.
The terminal building, which looked suspiciously like a ski lodge, had unfinished concrete floors, two airline counters, one gate, and no baggage claim. The drill was to go outside and stand in the rain while they pulled your luggage (in theory anyway, as mine Was Not There) off the baggage trailer. The rental car places were all staffed by one person! I saw a LOT of flannel, more than I've seen in one place since the late '90s.
At least you don't have to get there 2 + hours early to go through the check in process...
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