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Road Block

It didn’t seem so much like a bumpy road today but more like a washed out bridge or a landslide across the highway. Which is another way of saying that the adventure will continue for one more day but we are happy to be stranded in Canada and not in Fort Lauderdale. It was close man – really close.


We did know that our time was tight but it wasn’t us that booked the flights so we expect that it is doable. Perhaps the factor that the travel agent failed to take into account is that getting 28 people through check in, security, deplanning, customs, check in, security and embarking on the plane takes more time than it takes for one. We had trouble believing they would let the flight leave when it was missing 28 people because the logistics of rebooking us all seemed like an expensive hassle compared to making people wait. We literally hightailed it full speed from terminal three to terminal one at Fort Lauderdale. Our flights were booked in groups of three so we always had to be together when checking in or sometimes they would take all our passports and then hand them back out so you have to wade through other members to pick it up. Despite wearing team shirts and having an escort the security line brought us to a screeching halt. In short we did everything we could to facilitate it and no one dawdled at all but they had closed  the door with two members standing at the gate waiting to get on. A last minute appeal to the pilot opened the gate way and we all cheered as they came on board. Well perhaps not the people who spent all that time waiting for us. We returned the courtesy and let them all off the plane before us as it was obvious we were not going to make our existing connections to Calgary/Saskatoon.


So tomorrow morning some of us go home via Edmonton & some via Calgary. We spent this evening enjoying hot showers, cold beers, excellent food choices and each other’s company. In other words the wonders of our country. It became rather like a debriefing session and a mini farewell party all rolled up into one.


The best part — we were back on our native soil. There were others who would have stayed for longer or who are never ready to come home when their trips end but not me. I’ve been missing my other half, my dogs, my shower, the cold water pitcher and the vista out of my windows. But for tonight I am happy to lay my head on a Marriott pillow for a few hours before we head back out the door.



I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

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