We decided to take another family style vacation with the whole diaspora, or as much of it as could be gathered and head up to the wilds of Alaska for a tranquil sea voyage through the glaciers, fjords and soaring bald eagles.
Friday, May 9 - Saturday, May 19, 2014
Thursday I got out of work by 2pm and went home, gathered up the last of the things I needed to pack, the dog’s things, walked the pug, and got all the stuff carted down to the car for the drive to Rochester by 4pm.
Mom, dad, and I decided to fly out to Seattle the day before the cruise, so as not to get stuck missing the ship in the event that a flight got delayed, missed or worse. It was a very good idea.
Friday we mucked around at home, I met James, dad’s former student who is going to spend the week at the house and watch Manny and The Pug. I have full confidence in James, I just don’t have full confidence in Charmey.
By 3pm, dad and I had just set off to get mom at work when he pulled over in Rotary Park and let me know mom called to tell him our flight was late by 64 minutes. With only an hour to connect, we were sure to miss the flight to Seattle, and this had mom really worked up. Worse, it was the last flight of the day to Seattle from Minneapolis. We checked in, and of course both parents are a bit worked up when the manager told us we needed to check in at the kiosk, but he proceeded to help us, and in a very skillful way, talk them down such that when we walked away from the counter the parents were smiling and laughing, even though we were likely going to have to spend a night in the Twin Cities. I was ok with that, we had 20 hours to get to the dock, so I wasn’t too worked up about it, and hey- who doesn’t want to twirl around like MTM in the middle of downtown Minneapolis once?
The flight got in earlier than expected, amazingly, and landed at the gate by 5:25. The skillful manager came over to help the gate agent, both of them letting us know that they were going to do everything in their power to board as quickly as possible, and get us in the air by 6pm. Ok, so we might actually make the flight? I wasn’t going to get worked up.
We were in the air by 6, landed and at the gate when the 3 of us and at least 2 other passengers on the Rochester flight that we knew about were trying to get to Seattle, so we made a game plan: I needed to wait for my bag to be off loaded, they would go to the gate agent and find out which gate we were departing from.
As I came out of the gangplank loaded down with my hugely heavy bags, dad urged me forward NOW- they actually managed to secure a cart! We were driven through the terminals (had we walked we never would have made it for sure) and got dropped off just as the last folks were getting on board. We were amazed and a little high that we *actually* made this flight! Amazing.
So, I begin this blog as we cruise at 38,000 feet and have about an hour left on this full and rather pleasant flight. The flight attendants on the last flight were nothing short of wonderful- that and that skillful manager and helpful gate agents, I’m actually feeling the customer service from Delta. Amazing.