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Yesterday was a *long* day. For reasons that made sense at the time, we decided to book the snowmobile tour that my brother-in-law gave us for Christmas the evening of our arrival in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Our flight was scheduled to arrive at about 1:30, so we figured we would have plenty of time to get checked into our condo before the shuttle picked us up for the tour. Of course we failed to factor weather into those plans. As the weekend approached, it began to look like the DC area was going to get hit by a snow storm Friday night and Saturday. We had visions of delayed flights and late arrivals. So we adjusted our plans to leave for the airport extra early, and made sure we had the phone numbers for the tour company, so we could notify them if we were going to be late.
As it turned out, the storm was mostly a rain event, at least prior to our departure, so our flight left National Airport on time and actually landed in Houston early. The second leg of the trip went equally smoothly, and we reached our destination just a few minutes early. We had arranged for a friend to pick us up at the airport, and he was kind enough to stop at the grocery store on the way to our condo. We checked in and even had time to unpack before the shuttle arrived.
While we were waiting for our second flight, from Houston to Steamboat, I had a friendly encounter with an United Airlines pilot who approached me because of the Clarkson University sweatshirt I was wearing. Turned out that he had graduated from Clarkson the year before I did. We had a short, but pleasant chat.
Our snowmobile tour was two solid hours of riding in the national forest up on the Rabbit Ears Pass. We rode through alpine meadows and on groomed trails, for the most part, but parts of the ride were on narrow paths through the trees. It was a blast, and the tour finished with a *huge* dinner.
By the time we were dropped back at our condo and got ready for bed, we'd been up for almost 20 hours. Which makes me wonder...why am I already awake this morning?
As it turned out, the storm was mostly a rain event, at least prior to our departure, so our flight left National Airport on time and actually landed in Houston early. The second leg of the trip went equally smoothly, and we reached our destination just a few minutes early. We had arranged for a friend to pick us up at the airport, and he was kind enough to stop at the grocery store on the way to our condo. We checked in and even had time to unpack before the shuttle arrived.
While we were waiting for our second flight, from Houston to Steamboat, I had a friendly encounter with an United Airlines pilot who approached me because of the Clarkson University sweatshirt I was wearing. Turned out that he had graduated from Clarkson the year before I did. We had a short, but pleasant chat.
Our snowmobile tour was two solid hours of riding in the national forest up on the Rabbit Ears Pass. We rode through alpine meadows and on groomed trails, for the most part, but parts of the ride were on narrow paths through the trees. It was a blast, and the tour finished with a *huge* dinner.
By the time we were dropped back at our condo and got ready for bed, we'd been up for almost 20 hours. Which makes me wonder...why am I already awake this morning?
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Date: 2015-01-25 03:17 pm (UTC)