We all grabbed slices and were just settling in for the
wait when the announcement came that all flights were cancelled
until at least 5:00 pm.
2:30 pm - At this point we decided to rent a car and drive
to Houston, thinking we would have a better chance of getting
flights out of there. We said our goodbyes to the Dody Brothers,
packed up an SUV and started out on what was supposed to
be at most a three hour drive.
But
what's a drive through a tropical storm cell without the
ensuing traffic jams, dead-end detours and torrents of
rain that reduced visibility to just the half-second after
the wipers had swept past? After five grueling hours we
pulled into Intercontinental Airport.
6:30 pm - We had picked up an hour crossing the time line
and our 6:30 flight had been delayed to 9:00 pm, so that
also gave us some time to eat. At 9:00 the flight was postponed
to 9:40, but finally they called us to board for the 3-hour
plus trip to Las Vegas.
2:00
am - The final indignity came when we walked down to the
baggage claim. Nothing had arrived. Not one piece out of
our seven. So we decided to spend the night at George's
house (four-star rated) and hoped for the best in the morning.
By the time we got to his house we had been on the road for
almost 17 hours. To bed. |