The missus and I headed out to the Wild West for Christmas, and while the trip was not by covered wagon, it might as well have been. Since when does it take twelve hours or more to fly from point to point inside the continental United States? We had electrical difficulties on one of our planes on the return trip, and we had to get off that plane, board another, and wait for the luggage to be transferred. We left California at 8:00 AM Pacific time, and arrived in Lafayette at a little before midnight Central time. To make matters worse, Amanda and I were both sick for the whole trip. Wandering through three different airports in a Dayquil haze is not exactly my idea of a good time. However, I think we’re both recovering, and should be back to normal within a few days.
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I flew home last night from Austin, but almost didn’t make it. Due to inclement weather, which apparently down south means temperatures below 40 °F and a bit of rain, my flight from Austin to Houston was slightly delayed. What was supposed to be a 35 minute layover turned into a 7 minute one. Oops. As soon as the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, I sprinted up the aisle, out the door, up the jetway, across two concourses to my departing gate, down that jetway, and onto the second plane. The crew closed the door on my flight from Houston to Lafayette about two minutes after I boarded. And, miraculously, my luggage made it as well.