|Day 2: Dinner Stop|
|Big Bug :)|
|Day 3: Shopping break in Indiana|
We switched drivers, and made it back on the freeway when I received a call just as we were crossing into Pennsylvania. United Airlines was calling to inform me that my flight, scheduled to leave on Sunday, was canceled due to the impending hurricane. "Okay," we thought, we will change it to Saturday since it was Friday and we would be arriving in about five hours anyway. So, the travel agent made the switch, and I was then flying out of Philly at 6:00pm on Saturday.
Thirty minutes outside of Cleveland, at around 12:30am we received a call from the manager of the agency, saying that we could not fly from Cleveland since our original ticket was from Philly. We attempted to inform her that all flights on the East were canceled, and we had been told and placed on a flight by one of her employees, and were no longer in Pennsylvania, but in Ohio. While Lizzie, argued and battled with the "helpful" woman on the phone, I descided to drive to the Cleveland Airport...we arrived at around 1:30am...
We got to the airport, and after being yelled at by a ticket agent, and asked if I ever 'really' had a flight, I was given a flight from Cleveland to Houston, and then Houston to Portland leaving at 6:10am...it was now 5:36am...I ran out to Lizzie who was waiting in the car and we said a hurried goodbye after being with each other for four days...I ran to security...which the lady made me wait because I didn't go through the empty "maze" line they had set up.
Thankfully I made it to my gate with time to spare...only to have an old lady lean over to her husband and say, "I sure hate it when people just come running up to the gate at the last minute." Really?! We boarded the plane, and after not sleeping for over 24 hours, I was excited to find out I had three seats all to myself. Then we waited...and waited...and then the pilot came over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen it appears we are having some problems with the computers across Continental/United flights. Don't worry your connections will all be made." At this point nothing else would surprise me. An hour later we took off, and I fell asleep knowing I would miss my connection in Houston.
We landed in Houston right when my original flight was scheduled to leave for Portland. So, after running across the biggest airport, I slowly made my way to customer service and got on standby for a 2:30pm flight. I was slowly walking through the airport with an 'angel' from a random ticket counter asked me if I was doing okay. I recalled briefly my tale, and let her know I missed my flight due to airplane error. Her response was amazing, "So, it was our fault huh? Well then you would probably like to ride first class. Okay, you are on the first class 2:30pm flight to Portland. And I bet you are hungry (wink)? Here is a meal ticket, get what you want."
|Amazing view from the plane coming into Portland.|
So, after over a day of crazy traveling, flying on my own for the first time and going on little more than a couple hours of sleep, I landed in Portland safely at 5:00pm. It is so good to be home. What a trip, great memories and something hopefully I won't have to experience again. :)
|Final speedometer reading...WOW!|