This journey is far from over…but we hardly remember how it began.
We pulled out of our driveway at 11:30 this morning. Wait…yesterday morning. The plan was that we would be safely in Austin by 11:30pm…that was almost three hours ago.
Everything seemed fine as we checked into the airport in Seattle. Our connection was through San Jose on Alaska Airlines (remember that name). Our 2:40pm flight was running about 25 minutes behind, but we still had some cushion, so the connection wasn’t going to be a problem.
That all changed when the flight actually pulled away from the gate about 45 minutes late. Then we sat on the tarmac for a while, and they finally explained that some piece of plastic was cracked and it was affecting the rudder. So they brought us back to the gate so that they maintenance could look at it. They came, but apparently, they had to look at a manual, because at one point that’s what they told us we were waiting for.
At about 5:30pm, they finally told us our flight had been canceled. That’s about the same time we should have been settling in our seats in San Jose to fly the final leg to Austin. But we were still in Seattle.
Alaska worked some magic. They gave us boarding passes on a flight to Las Vegas an hour later there at the gate. Then they told us to go stand in the 45 minute line to get some piece of paper that would tell America West to let us on a flight from Vegas to Austin, where we would arrive at 3:26am. We had to rush, but I was still thankful that the Alaska Airlines agent was kind enough to call America West to make sure there would be room for us on that flight.
All seemed well…until our flight to Vegas arrived about 30 minutes late, leaving us an hour to go to the America West counter to get ticketed to Austin, and then back through security. It might have been doable – had Alaska actually confirmed our seats to Austin. They didn’t, and we had no seats.
We were sent to the Alaska ticket counter, where we arrived about 5 minutes before they were going to close for the night. They were happy to see us. They worked more of that magic, and hooked us up with an America West flight to Dallas. Of course, we had to go back to the America West ticket counter, get it booked, get through security, and go to a gate at the very end of the terminal within 45 minutes.
Thank goodness for the TSA. They were kind enough to pull our family, with our conniving preschooler and suspicious toddler, into secondary just to add to the excitement. We made the flight – somehow, and that is where I sit now.
Once in Dallas, we’ll have three glorious hours in the wee morning to dream about a final flight to Austin that should get us there at 8:40am. If we’re truly blessed, maybe we’ll have our bags by Thursday!
(I apologize if any sarcasm dripped on your keyboard as you read this.)