Cody and I fly out on different airlines at different times on Monday to go back home.
There is currently a storm over Utah the size of Nevada.
Getting to the airport from where we currently are involves a three hour (without weather) drive through two steep canyons and across a windblown snow covered reservoir at a very high altitude which is famous for its ten foot snow drifts. We will be driving a front wheel drive compact sedan with no snow tires and expired registration.
the moosh and I fly out Monday morning at 10:30 am.
We’re supposed to get home at 7:31 pm (I loathe flying West to East).
We fly through Denver. (read: in the direct path of Nevada sized storm.)
Treacherous drive. Storm following us the whole way. A lengthy history of delayed flights and ridiculous layovers.
Whoever can come the closest to describing our next 48 hours will win something. (Oooh! Something.)
And yes, Cody flies out before me but he’s flying ALL. BY. HIMSELF.
So who friggin’ gives a rat’s behind about Cody and any inconvenience he may experience?
I know I don’t.
See you back in the 317 Monday night (hopefully).