I had plans to write this yesterday, but by the time we got settled in, all I wanted to do was crash.
I had to wake up at 3 am, but it's hard to wake up when you haven't really been asleep in the first place. I'd had one of those weird dreams where you're worried about something ridiculous and it keeps getting twisted. (In this case, it was about mobile apps. Thank you, Susan.)
But I persevered and we left at 4 after checking to make sure our 6 am flight was still scheduled.
My dad dropped my mom and I off at Ft. Wayne International Airport. It's not international. It's barely an airport. But whatever. No sooner had he pulled away from the curb did I notice the board said our flight was cancelled.
And indeed it was. The storms on Thursday had diverted two flights to FWA and all of those people were waiting to get to Chicago as well. That is probably the only thing that saved us, because we were put on one of those flights. We had, however, only just begun.
The nature of the beast required that we fly on American to Chicago and then United the rest of the way. I would not recommend this to anyone, for the distance between the two terminals in Chicago is not less than one mile. We ran our little hearts out and made it to the gate in time to board. Which would have been great, except we had no boarding passes.
We got those and squeezed into our middle seats, exhausted and less than enthused about the two hour flight.
And then we waited. And waited.
Apparently, Chicago was trying to catch up on flights, because everyone was trying to leave at the same time. We sat in line for 25 minutes.
Which meant we were late getting to Denver.
We ran to the next gate and got in line for boarding passes. But we weren't in the computer, and the plane was full because they had given our seats away because we got a later flight from Chicago. We were informed that the next available flight was at 4.
It was 11:30.
What can you do? We ate lunch, rode the moving walkways, played solitaire and caught our breath. We also called our contact in Boise to inform her that we would be late.
I had to wake up at 3 am, but it's hard to wake up when you haven't really been asleep in the first place. I'd had one of those weird dreams where you're worried about something ridiculous and it keeps getting twisted. (In this case, it was about mobile apps. Thank you, Susan.)
But I persevered and we left at 4 after checking to make sure our 6 am flight was still scheduled.
My dad dropped my mom and I off at Ft. Wayne International Airport. It's not international. It's barely an airport. But whatever. No sooner had he pulled away from the curb did I notice the board said our flight was cancelled.
And indeed it was. The storms on Thursday had diverted two flights to FWA and all of those people were waiting to get to Chicago as well. That is probably the only thing that saved us, because we were put on one of those flights. We had, however, only just begun.
The nature of the beast required that we fly on American to Chicago and then United the rest of the way. I would not recommend this to anyone, for the distance between the two terminals in Chicago is not less than one mile. We ran our little hearts out and made it to the gate in time to board. Which would have been great, except we had no boarding passes.
We got those and squeezed into our middle seats, exhausted and less than enthused about the two hour flight.
And then we waited. And waited.
Apparently, Chicago was trying to catch up on flights, because everyone was trying to leave at the same time. We sat in line for 25 minutes.
Which meant we were late getting to Denver.
We ran to the next gate and got in line for boarding passes. But we weren't in the computer, and the plane was full because they had given our seats away because we got a later flight from Chicago. We were informed that the next available flight was at 4.
It was 11:30.
What can you do? We ate lunch, rode the moving walkways, played solitaire and caught our breath. We also called our contact in Boise to inform her that we would be late.
I got dizzy watching the moving walkways.
We also called my sister to let her know that we were in the same city - truly a remarkable event. She was garage saleing, so we talked about what she should buy and the state of people's yards.
Finally, at 4, we boarded our tiny plane to Boise, Idaho. The weather was so-so, and we proceeded to experience some of the worst turbulence I've been in, enough to lift us from our seats and do spinal readjustments several times.
What fun.
But our fearless pilots (I actually have no idea, they could have been screaming like little girls) got us safely on the ground.
Yay, Idaho!
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