Recently, I took a trip from sunny and warm San Antonio to Montana to visit my uncle, aunt and two cousins. I was taking this trip alone since my dogs had been fighting lately and Kasey and I did not want to subject anyone to that experience while they watched the pups.
I was looking forward to this trip for a long time and got more excited every day. I knew that I would miss Kasey, but I also knew that I would be having a lot of fun. In truth, if she could have gone, we would have taken a cruise or just gone to Cancun or something with more of a beach theme, but alas, that was not to happen.
Ok, enough of that, on to the trip.
First off, let's talk about flying. I used to have to fly all over the place all of the time for work. There would be days when I would wake up and go to the office only to be told to go home and pack because I had a flight out at noon. I loved it. That all changed after I got married though so that I could spend more time with my wife that I loved more. All of this air travel that I did was pre-9/11 though and back when the airlines were doing well economically. I have traveled since then, but this flight introduced me to some new screws added to the experience. Everything seemed pretty normal, but then I found that the airline now charges for luggage. Any luggage other than one carry on is subject to a $15 charge. The second piece is an additional $25. If it is over sized or over 50 lbs. in weight, that will cost you another $175. I was taking only one bag, but it was large and stuffed with every stitch of warm clothes I owned and gifts for the family. I was worried about the weight, so I stood on my home scale holding the bag and then subtracted my weight. This informed me that my bag weighed 49.8 lbs.
I was sure that by the time I got to the airport it would have mysteriously gained a couple of ounces and I would be charged. I told Kasey that if there was a problem, I would just have her come back to the airport, take the bag and I would spend $200 on clothes in Montana! As it turned out, I took a pair of jeans out and put it in my laptop case to come in just under the weight limit. I paid my $15 and got on the plane.
When I arrived in Denver, I got to see something that I have not seen in a long time: snow. I hate the snow. It is cold, wet and slippery. This was no ordinary snow though, this was blizzard snow. All flights were grounded and I was stuck in Denver for an undetermined amount of time. The trip was not getting off to a good start.
After a couple of hours, I wandered off to find some food. I filled my belly with a $15 sandwich and some chips then proceeded to wait, and wait and wait. This was not all bad though, as it gave me some time to play Final Fantasy on my PSP, something that I do not take enough time for lately, and to read, something else I have been neglecting.
After some more time, my flight had a gate change and was ready to go. I was finally on my way!
From the plane, I got to see some of the most beautiful landscapes that I have ever seen in my life. The Rocky Mountains are truly a sight to behold!
While staring out the window of the plane, I imagined myself hiking through that wilderness and living like Les Stroud in Survivorman. I know that I am not that hardcore, but I like to pretend. J I also got to thinking about the early pioneers and the Louis and Clarke expedition. I also considered the Mormon settlers and got to thinking that this was a really inhospitable environment! I would not have wanted to be a Mormon settler back in the day. I can imagine stopping in the mountains and saying "yeah, this is good. Let's stay here". I suppose that they stopped in the summer, but man, when winter came, I would have been all like "Dude, I am going on to California, or at least somewhere more south. You guys have fun." At least Louis and Clarke kept going!
:) Anyway…
I finally landed and got to see my uncle. I was really stoked to see him and knew then that this was going to be a great week. My joy was quickly deflated when I came to find that while I had arrived, my luggage had not. Yeah, the luggage that I had to pay extra for was not in Montana and would not be there until the next day. The airline said that it would be delivered to my uncle's house the next day, but would not refund my $15.
We left the airport and headed to Hamilton from Missoula.
The evening was spent visiting with the family and catching up.
My uncle lives in what is known as the Bitterroot Valley in Montana. The town is situated in a large valley and obviously has large mountains on either side. This provided for some awesome scenery.
One thing that was really cool is that twilight seems to last for a really long time in the valley. This is because as the sun drops on the horizon, the mountains cast a huge shadow, making it dark, but the sun is still illuminating the clouds. While Texas does have the Hill Country, it has nothing on the Rockies, so this was pretty amazing to me.
Tune in next time for my adventures in altitude and find out what happened in the Legend of the Lost Luggage!