In fact, we never were in Kansas, but we are in Arkansas.
Once again, our trip turned out to be eventful, including 1/2 hour delay on our first flight out due to mechanic issues, a 1 hour connection time in Seattle where we had to go to the otherside of the airport, switching trains 3 times, only to find out that gate agent when we got off gave us the wrong gate and we had to go back and get on yet two more trains to get to the correct gate. Phil ran ahead to get seats (we were not yet assigned), but when I got there Phil hadn't checked in; he thought just being there was enough. The computers were down at that station, so I had to run to another counter and check us in and get boarding passes. Did I mention that I was CARRYING Quin as we sprinted back and forth across the airport.
In Texas we had another hour turnaround and after a long train ride to another terminal we go to the gate to find that we no longer had tickets!! Apparently somewhere during the journey some agent exchanged our Fort Smith tickets. They couldn't tell us who did it or when the new tickets were. At this point we had 30 minutes and the lady at the gate wouldn't help us. She sent us to another gate were they tried to help, but couldn't. So I had to exit security, find the main ticket counter, get the tickets fixed, go through security (they missed the soda in my backpack, but removed the two water bottles) and run to the gate without my shoes on as I didn't have time to put them back on AND make the plane. The lady at the gate was
still very obstinate, but since we had boarding passes now she couldn't argue with us. The lady at the ticket counter said she could have issued us seats. Did I mention that when I got back to the gate Quin and Phil were not there?!? The plane was boarded and it was just me. Finally I saw Phil walking down the terminal and we made it on.
It was so nice to get here!
I like Arkansas. It reminds me of rural Ohio. We had a nice dinner with Phil's Dad and stepmom, Tom and Judy, and relaxed at the hotel last night. Our first flight out was at 1 a.m. so Phil and I hadn't slept for 36 plus hours.
Quin was a great trooper on the trip; she slept, spoke quietly, entertained herself with coloring and was generally good and not whiney. Yesterday was her actual birthday and on the last flight the attendant announced that Quin just turned 4 to the entire cabin and they all clapped. Today we are having a birthday party for Quin and her cousin Bethany (Phil's niece) with Phil's family.
It is a little windy here, overcast and in the mid forties. It was 13 when we left Anchorage, so I think the weather here is good.
More later!