My flight out of Aspen got cancelled around 2 p.m. today along with hundreds of others waiting at the airport. The runway was completely snowed in and my family couldn’t rebook again until 4 p.m. tomorrow.
It was a madhouse. But somehow, while my brother managed to snag four tickets on a flight out of Denver, I sprinted to the next terminal to get us ground transportation to Denver (it’s four hours away).
Thanks to several days of hardcore skiing I was able to move a bit quicker than I usually do and landed us tickets on a Grayline leaving in an hour, others weren’t so lucky.
That’s where I am now, on a bus that's weaving in and out of Colorado Mountains.
Hey, it could be worse...like the time I was stranded in Norfolk, Virginia and had to make it back to Greenville by myself. I just can't believe I've got Internet service, which is probably why I'm still smiling.
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