Last week Matt and I went to Idaho to visit my dad and do some skiing. We had a great time skiing despite the five foot visibility caused by a heavy fog.
The return trip home on Sunday turned into a little adventure. Our flight leaving Spokane left an hour late, giving us a ten minute window in Minneapolis. We ran the 3/4 mile to our next gate after a painfully slow taxi to the unloading gate, only to arrive and be told that we could not get on the plane that was still sitting there with the doors open. No amount of pleading seemed to soften their stoic and unsympathetic faces. However, they were willing to give us discount for a hotel for the night and book us on a flight for the next day, not quite what we had in mind. Matt HAD to be to work the next morning at 8 A.M.. We had them check any flight that would get us any closer to Dayton. The best they could do was get us to Chicago. So we arrived in Chicago around midnight and rented a car and began driving the six remaining hours home. After returning the rental and picking up our car, we arrived home at 7 A.M.. Just in time for Matt to shower and get to work. It was a long and frustrating night, we are just glad that we didn't have the kids with us.
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