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There and back again
But not a hobbit's tale [g].
So. I got up at 5 am (after about four hours sleep) the morning I was supposed to leave (my ride was supposed to pick me up at six) and checked my flights online. Both said they were "on time." So I took a deep breath and went.
The flight from Seattle to Dallas was fine (of course). If I hadn't known about the weather the day before, I never would have known from the condition of the Dallas airport. There were a few more folks than usual dealing with cancelled flights, was all. The puddle jumper from Dallas to Tyler was only an hour and a half late, and that wasn't even because of the tornadoes. The plane had a mechanical problem, and there was a bit of difficulty finding another plane, but they found one. So my fears of getting stuck in Dallas overnight (which has happened before, which is why I never check luggage anymore if I can absolutely help it) were unfounded.
I had a nice, warm, sunny week (and birthday) in Texas with my mother, caught the puddle jumper early yesterday afternoon, spent a four-hour (scheduled) layover in Dallas, arrived in Seattle right on time at 8:30, made the 8:45 express bus to Tacoma, and got home about 10 pm. Which was midnight Dallas time.
And I am home again. Ta-da!
So. I got up at 5 am (after about four hours sleep) the morning I was supposed to leave (my ride was supposed to pick me up at six) and checked my flights online. Both said they were "on time." So I took a deep breath and went.
The flight from Seattle to Dallas was fine (of course). If I hadn't known about the weather the day before, I never would have known from the condition of the Dallas airport. There were a few more folks than usual dealing with cancelled flights, was all. The puddle jumper from Dallas to Tyler was only an hour and a half late, and that wasn't even because of the tornadoes. The plane had a mechanical problem, and there was a bit of difficulty finding another plane, but they found one. So my fears of getting stuck in Dallas overnight (which has happened before, which is why I never check luggage anymore if I can absolutely help it) were unfounded.
I had a nice, warm, sunny week (and birthday) in Texas with my mother, caught the puddle jumper early yesterday afternoon, spent a four-hour (scheduled) layover in Dallas, arrived in Seattle right on time at 8:30, made the 8:45 express bus to Tacoma, and got home about 10 pm. Which was midnight Dallas time.
And I am home again. Ta-da!