Air travel frustrating, not scary
II flew on a plane for the first time last weekend and other than having a panic attack in the Green Bay airport parking lot, everything went smoothly.
I didn’t miss any flights, there was nothing wrong with my tickets, nothing was delayed and I was even comfortable enough to get some sleep on my longest flight.
I just wish I could say the same for my return flight from Las Vegas.
On my way home Thursday it felt as if anything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
Traveling back to the Upper Peninsula was such a mess that I half expected not to see my bag on the carousel when I got off the plane in Green Bay. Luckily for me, that was the one thing that did work out.
I know that flying isn’t always cotton candy and sunshine. I hear stories all the time from my friends and other people about how crazy it can get, so I wasn’t exactly surprised when everything took a turn for the worse in Denver.
My original itinerary was to leave Las Vegas at 7 a.m. for Chicago with a two hour and 40 minute layover in Denver, leave Denver at 12:40 p.m. and arrive in Chicago at 4:05 p.m. I would have an hour to get to my next flight before it took off at 5:05 p.m. for Green Bay.
After my reservation disappeared and had to be re-entered in Denver, I boarded my plane on time and awaited takeoff. Then, right before we were scheduled to leave, the captain got on the intercom and told us that, due to high winds, there was only one runway available and that we would be delayed 30 to 40 minutes. With only an hour between connecting flights, this definitely made me worry.
But again I got lucky – if you can call it that. The weather in Chicago got severe as soon as we landed.
My plane was stuck on the tarmac for about a half hour due to lightning and by time I made it off the plane it was 5:08 p.m. The good news? Due to the severe weather, my Green Bay flight was delayed an hour at that point.
I ran to the departure terminal and made it there in 20 minutes, but there was no plane. After everything was said and done my flight was delayed by three hours, putting me in Green Bay at 9 p.m. and in Marquette at 1:30 a.m. after driving back.
I started my trip home at 2 a.m. Thursday with a three hour drive to Las Vegas and ended it almost 24 hours later. It was stressful and exhausting, but it didn’t ruin my first experience of flying. Overall, my first experience with air travel really wasn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be.
Editor’s note: Adelle Whitefoot can be reached at 906-228-2500. Her email address is email@example.com.