Your flight is delayed. And then it is cancelled. And then the airline tells you that your bags will be on the next flight, but you wont.
That is what happened to me on a trip from Las Vegas to San Francisco. I had been in Vegas for a painful work trip and was looking to spend only a few days with my dad in San Francisco. The company I worked for at the time had a wonderful Air Department, but due to the issues at the Vegas airport, could only get me on a flight 6 hours later that connected through LA. When I spoke with the airline, they couldn’t promise that the LA flight would even leave once I got there.
Perpetually in a hurry, I figured I’d drive instead. I rented a car and, much to my step-mother’s horror, I drove.
The drive took 8.5 hours. Although I would have LOVED to drive up the coast, time was not on my side, so I opted for the quickest route possible.
Three pieces of pixie dust;
1. American Portions – Hello jumbo-sized everything. A coffee would take me an hour to finish and fuelled me through my unexpected drive.
2. GPS – It was a simple route and I was still very reliant on map technology. How did people live without Google Maps? I mean this honestly. How?
3. XM Radio – On a long journey, there is nothing better than some good tunes to pass the time. I’m a sing-at-the-top-of-my-lungs kind of a gal, so this trip was perfect for me,
I look back on this experience with such fond memories. I love that I chose to see more of the country than wait all day in an airport. I am happy that I took some time to be alone with my thoughts. Sometimes life throws us curveballs – find the magic and keep driving.