This past week we were back in Utah for a family reunion. I love Nichols reunions. They are just so fun!! I'll post pictures about it next time because they are still on my camera.
Unfortunately, James and I seem to find that our basic travels keep turning into adventures and we can't figure out why!
On Saturday, we had planned on taking the 5:25 flight out of SLC to DFW. Funnily enough, my old stake president was flying our plane - Pres. Hathaway! I thought that was pretty funny. We were flying standby (of course) and were numbers 23 and 24 on the list, with only 27 open seats. I was worried we wouldn't get on! Everyone boarded and then they ended up putting all the standbys on the plane. We were very relieved that we made it and went and found our seats - Exit row even! More legroom! Awesome!
We sat down and got comfy, expecting to leave the gate right away. But, the cabin door stayed open. We didn't go anywhere. Pilot finally comes on and says that we are finishing up a maintenance issue and will leave by 6:00. Okay, cool, I thought. I immersed myself in my book until I heard the pilot come back on. "Sorry, folks, DFW is gridlocked with the storms and they are delaying our flight until 7:30." So we de-boarded the plane and sat around until 7:00, when they let us board again.
This time, everything went well. We taxied, took off, and were finally on our way to Dallas. They passed out drinks to us, dinner to first class, and we were about an hour into the flight. Halfway there. I was almost asleep. James was.
And then....
"Sorry I have to be the one to break the bad news to ya, folks, but the storms are too bad in Dallas and the airport is gridlocked again. We were told to turn around and head back to Salt Lake."
What?? Back to Salt Lake? I was confused. And not so happy.
So we were diverted back. I called Russ and Pam and we stayed at their house that night and they took us to the airport the next morning. They just delayed our flight until 8:45 the next morning.
And the whole time we flew back here, I was just praying that we wouldn't be turning around AGAIN heading back to Salt Lake. I don't think I could have handled that well.
