Or, My Trip Home from Home; or My Trip to Everywhere and Nowhere
So I went to Kelowna yesterday. I got within several hundred vertical feet of the city. Twice. But I never deplaned.
Make yourself comfortable and listen to my tale. Join us, as Olivia and I go on an harrowing adventure through the airports and skyways of western Canada.
(This is a long post, and this first bit is just preliminary. The more interesting stuff starts at the bold text reading “The flight from Calgary to Kelowna left on time”. Feel free to skip there if you wish.)
In December, I had booked tickets for Olivia and I to fly out to Kelowna for a couple of days to visit my parents and my brother and sister-in-law and their kids. I booked the trip from January 14 to January 20. After booking the flights, Luke’s ear and tonsil/adenoid surgery was rescheduled for January 19 and some important meetings at the church were arranged for the same day. So I shaved a day off of the trip, planning to return on Jan. 18, so I could be around for the surgery and the meeting.
So, after lunch on Wednesday, I packed up the car and Olivia and I drove down to Saskatoon. I parked in long-term parking at the airport, almost as far from the terminal as was possible. In -37*C, I walked to the terminal, backpack on my back, Olivia in one arm, dragging a suitcase with the other.
Our flight was delayed about 20 minutes, so we sat down and had a snack while watching planes come and go. Earlier that morning, Dixie’s mom had said that flights to Kelowna were being cancelled because of fog, but that was early in the morning. Fog lifts, right?
We went through security with plenty of time to spare (by now the flight was delayed another 5 minutes). Olivia became friends with a boy her age almost as soon as we got to the waiting area. The boy’s mother and grandmother gave them snacks and wiped their faces. The boy kissed Olivia on the lips. They took pictures of them playing together. (It was all good.) Upon boarding, I thanked them for babysitting.
All the while, I was watching the flight schedules in Saskatoon and Calgary, where we would connect with our Kelowna flight. I was also Twittering (thanks especially to Rilla for entertaining me) and chatting with Dixie (hooray for the iPod Touch and airport wifi!).
The flight to Calgary was uneventful. There was a spare seat next to me on every flight, so after takeoff Olivia sat on her own. She was fascinated with the seat belts. We were supposed to have a one-hour stopover in Calgary, but with the delay in Saskatoon we went straight from the arrival gate to the departure gate for our connecting flight.
The flight from Calgary to Kelowna left on time, Continue reading