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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Reflections Following a Botched Vacation

It only took us 26 hours to get home (central Pennsylvania) from Rapid City, South Dakota.  I could've traveled to Australia in that amount of time.

We left our hotel Monday morning at 11:30 for the Rapid City Regional Airport, which had just opened that morning for the first time since the major snowstorm five days earlier shut everything in the area down.

However, the power and all computer systems at the airport were down, so all ticketing was being done by hand.  Also, we learned that our first flight to Chicago had been cancelled.

We stood in line three hours (I timed it), until being booked on another flight that would be leaving later in the afternoon.  Sore from standing so long, we got on the plane and had an uneventful two hour flight to Chicago.

We had been assured that we would have time to make our connecting flight to Harrisburg, but they were wrong.  It was too close and although we rushed, oh about five miles, through the airport to get to the concourse and gate from where our flight was to leave, when we got there the doors had closed and they would not open them for us.

This required another 1 1/2 hour stand in line at the Customer Service counter.  We were given a new flight departing this morning, requiring us to spend last night in Chicago.  Because they determined that we couldn't possibly have made the second flight in time, they provided coupons for us that provided a dinner and a night in a local hotel.

If you are familiar with the Chicago O'hare Airport, you will understand that this meant another long hike to get to the area where shuttles take travelers to the local hotels.  At this point I was seriously wondering if I had overestimated the capabilities of my tender healing foot.  I had figured that since my heel surgery was three months ago, I would be capable by now to do the walking required by this trip.  However, by this point I was in pain.  Lots of pain.

We made it to our hotel, our room was comfortable, and we got a few hours of sleep before returning at the crack of dawn via shuttle to that hiking place airport.  After passing through security and hiking again walking to our gate, we soon boarded our flight and made it back to Pennsylvania.  Son Caleb and his puppy Sheila were waiting for us at the baggage area.  It was so good to see them.

After a pleasant 1 1/2 hour ride, we were home.  Home, sweet home.  Although I love to travel, this time I was very glad to be safely home.

We saw a lot of these before the storm hit.
It had been a long, rough week.  I didn't think I'd find myself freezing, stranded, and starving on a sightseeing vacation.  That was just not on my itinerary.

Snowed in.
The husband/lover/travel companion and I have reflected quite a bit on our adventure during and since we've returned home.

Some of our thoughts:

Would we take another trip like this, an escorted group trip, again?  Definitely.  On the first day of the trip, the day we were able to complete some of the scheduled itinerary, the company proved itself to offer a quality travel experience.  It started off great, and we were enjoying ourselves.

The subsequent storm and trials due to it were beyond the control of the company.  I find it ridiculous that some folks in the group were planning to sue the company or the tour escort.  How would they have any control over a storm?


I'm grateful for the new travel companions we met during our adventure.  To our new friends in New Jersey and Texas, we hope you returned home safely and look forward to crossing travel paths again some day in the future.

On this experience of freezing and starving, I do not like it one bit.  I hope to never be in that situation again.  The most frightening part for me was the moment it was announced that the food in the hotel was gone.  Not knowing how many more days we would be there until power was restored or until we could get out or food could be brought in was concerning.  Trying to stay warm takes a lot of energy and seems to make you hungrier, faster, too.

Bob and I shared this last "meal" of chex mix before the food ran out.
Although our week was difficult, I know there is always someone with worse troubles.  (Please say prayers for my SIL Sherri who is battling a very aggressive and tenacious cancer.)

Finally, I'm glad to be home.

But really, I need a vacation from my vacation.

11 comments:

  1. Sure glad you are home safe. Probably you are a lot more glad than I am. The storm will give you a lot of tells to tel. Now, when will the first snow be in Pennsylvania???

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. I need at least a week now with no snow.

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  2. So happy to hear you are finally home from your ordeal. If I can avoid flying, believe me I will. Even though I know most of it was due to the weather I just don't handle it well anymore. However, you have had some incredible adventures and lots of stories to tell the family.

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    1. Yes we will have some good stories to tell. And if I know my husband, there will be plenty of embellishing.

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  3. I'm glad to hear that you are finally home. What a terrible experience. Who would have thought there would be a blizzard in the beginning of October.

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    1. Yes, it was truly a freak and record breaking storm for that area.

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  4. Glad you weathered that storm as well as you did! Welcome home. You will never want for travel stories in the future, that's for sure.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. Hopefully we will travel again soon, and make more stories (of a different sort).

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  5. Welcome home, friend! We were praying for you guys! I am so thankful your ordeal ended when it did, how scary! Blessings! Rest that foot!

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  6. Thanks Pam! It's good to be home.

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  7. That sure sounds like a far from fun travel experience. I am sure it is great too be home

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