Home at Last

We left early this morning to head to the airport. I wasn't all that sleepy last night, so I stayed up and read in the bathroom and didn't get to sleep until after 2:00 AM. I rolled right out of bed this morning, and so far, not too many aches and pains.

The roads were open, but not all that easy to travel. Tom did a great job getting us to the airport with only one little slip and slide. We saw quite a few accidents on the way, but they were all on the opposite side of the median heading up the mountain. The snowbanks were terrific. SO HIGH. The men kept assuring me that if we slipped, we would slide into one of the snowbanks and not over the side of the mountain.

Our plane left at 12:40, and the guys were hoping to change their flight from 5:30 PM to 11:00 AM, so we got to the airport a little after 9:00 AM. We said goodbye to the men at their air stop, and we dropped off the car at the rental agency.

We stood in line outside, waiting for the shuttle to pick us up. It was bitter cold despite the sun shining for the first time all week. When the bus shuttle arrived, it was unable to get to us because a family was busy loading up their rental van right in the lane of traffic. This family had two small children, and no kidding, like 12 pieces of luggage, including a portable crib, car seats, and strollers.

One of the men got off of the shuttle and started yelling at the couple. Admittedly, he did not use the best language or speak in the kindest voice (I mean the children were already in their car seats in the van), but the mother went nuts. She got into the man's face and started shouting at him for his foul language in front of her children.

Those of us in line started making shush noises at them to calm down. The husband continued loading the van, and as he'd pack a suitcase, one would fall out of the back of the van. Finally, the wife jumped into the car and drove forward into a parking spot with the door flapping in the wind. It was excitement we certainly hadn't counted on!

Dick and Clint did make the 11:00 AM flight. We made ours, and 4 hours later, we landed. I stood up in the plane, and suddenly all the aches and pains were back. I guess 2 hours in a car and 4 hours sitting in a plane wasn't the best thing to do after my cross country ski adventures the previous day.

Kelly was there to pick us up, and we finished our trip with good ole home cooking at the Cracker Barrell. We plan on sleeping in tomorrow to get back to our own time zone.....at least I plan on it!