I recently had to dash out on a last-minute weekend trip to Billings, Montana. This entailed getting out of bed at 3:30 am to get to the airport for my 6:30 am flight to Denver, where I would catch my connecting flight. All things being equal, that should have gotten me to Billings about noon.
Have you noticed that all things are rarely equal?
There was big-time fog in Denver; it was so bad the airport actually shut down. Our little plane–I think it was powered by squirrels running on little wheels–had to detour to Colorado Springs for more fuel. (The squirrels were running low on peanuts.)
I was so proud of our passengers. Nobody whined, threw a temper tantrum, or anything. The fact that we’d all seen fog of biblical proportions on our way over Denver may have helped. We stood in the aisles chit-chatting until the squirrels were fed, the fog burned away, and we could head back to the Mile High City.
By then, of course, I’d missed my connecting flight. (By 10 minutes.) So I stood in line with a couple hundred other people to get a new flight. By the time I got to the desk 2 hours later, my only flight option was 9:30 pm. At this point, it was noon. I got up at 3:30 am that morning, remember.
Fortunately for me, there are worse places to get stuck than the Denver Airport. The Coq au Vin at Pour La France is to die for; it almost made up for the long wait. (Terminal B–totally worth the train ride if you’re in a different terminal.) Be sure to order the rosemary bread, too, you’re going to want it to sop up the amazing sauce. Yum.
I read a couple of books, wrote a book review, wandered through various shops, found a discreet spot behind a desk at an unused gate for a brief nap, played Bookworm on the company iPhone, called some people to chat . . . I considered taking a taxi into town to visit d Bar Desserts, owned by Keegan Gerhard of Food Network Challenge fame, but decided it was too far and too expensive. Eventually the time passed and it was time to go. I finally arrived in Billings at almost midnight–in a snowstorm, yet!–some 19 hours after my alarm went off that morning.
In the great scheme of things, it could have been much, much worse. I’d come up with some spiritual insight here, but I still have jet lag. Please feel free to fill in the blank yourself.
This is not a sponsored post. (But hey, Keegan? If you’d like to sponsor a post, call me! Or just say it in chocolate.) I will receive no benefit whatsoever if you visit any of the places mentioned, other than the warm satisfaction of sharing a good thing.