Back from Connecticut and the longest three hour trip ever.
We had another fun trip to CT this past week, visiting family and spending the Thanksgiving holiday with the cousins. We packed Bill and Mo's place for the big event and I think the kids had a great time seeing everybody again.
In order to cut some travel costs, and to work around the usual horrible T-Day traffic, we decided to fly back to the Deep South early on Friday morning. The plan was sound, and it proved to be a good one: with kids in their sleepers and GrandDad driving, we made it to the airport in record time. The Westchester County Airport was barely buzzing with activity -- I think everyone else was at the Kohls or Best Buy. With lots of extra staff around obviously bracing for the holiday crowds, but without any lines at check-in or security, we were quickly loaded up onto the plane, ready for our 7 AM departures.
And that's when it all went, um..., south.
After an announced "short delay" to have the maintenance crew examine something that failed the pre-flight check, we were actually deplaned and sent to baggage claim to grab all of our luggage. Our flight had been cancelled. It's 8:30 AM now, and instead of being home before lunch, we were stuck in a small town in New York. While the Wonderful Wife worked over the Delta staff at the check-in counter, I exercised the kids by running them through the stanchion maze at security.
Eventually, it was determined that the best way for us to get home would be to wait in the airport for the 3 PM flight. Ugh. Somehow we'll have to occupy ourselves for six hours in this tiny airport.
Breakfast in the airport diner, naps on airport furniture and delivery pepperoni pie from a local pizza joint and we made it through the day. And Big Sis documented it all herself with our camera.
I like her perspective.
In order to cut some travel costs, and to work around the usual horrible T-Day traffic, we decided to fly back to the Deep South early on Friday morning. The plan was sound, and it proved to be a good one: with kids in their sleepers and GrandDad driving, we made it to the airport in record time. The Westchester County Airport was barely buzzing with activity -- I think everyone else was at the Kohls or Best Buy. With lots of extra staff around obviously bracing for the holiday crowds, but without any lines at check-in or security, we were quickly loaded up onto the plane, ready for our 7 AM departures.
And that's when it all went, um..., south.
After an announced "short delay" to have the maintenance crew examine something that failed the pre-flight check, we were actually deplaned and sent to baggage claim to grab all of our luggage. Our flight had been cancelled. It's 8:30 AM now, and instead of being home before lunch, we were stuck in a small town in New York. While the Wonderful Wife worked over the Delta staff at the check-in counter, I exercised the kids by running them through the stanchion maze at security.
Eventually, it was determined that the best way for us to get home would be to wait in the airport for the 3 PM flight. Ugh. Somehow we'll have to occupy ourselves for six hours in this tiny airport.
Breakfast in the airport diner, naps on airport furniture and delivery pepperoni pie from a local pizza joint and we made it through the day. And Big Sis documented it all herself with our camera.
I like her perspective.
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