Oh, the weather outside is frightful
Where to begin to describe my efforts to fly to Phoenix for Christmas?
Margy and I were scheduled to fly out of Wenatchee on Sunday, December 21, connecting with a flight from Seattle to Phoenix.
A couple of days before, we were warned that a storm was approaching, so we attempted to beat the effects of the storm by rescheduling our flights to Saturday.
Saturday was spent sitting at the gate in Wenatchee waiting for flights that never came.
Sunday was a day in 3 movements:
Morning - spent driving from East Wenatchee (where we spent the night at a hotel) to SeaTac Airport
Afternoon - sitting in the airport watching flights being cancelled
Evening - rebooking and then heading for another hotel
Monday: the madness continues. Our 7 am flight cancels. We book standby on Gavin’s flight for 12:30. It’s now noon; there’s no plane. Current total: 7 cancellled flights, one missing one.
