stuck in an airport

As I write this, we’ve been at the Las Vegas airport for 12 hours, trying to make our way back home to Ohio.

Our original flight was scheduled to depart at 1:25 p.m. (13:25). Then an announcement came over the PA system that all flights across the U.S. had been grounded. An immediate hush fell over the boarding area. The silence was eerie, and my mind went straight to 9/11.

We waited six hours for our flight, finally boarded the plane, and then the pilot announced that because the crew had timed out, the plane could no longer take off.

We managed to book another flight scheduled to leave three hours later. But just as we were getting close to departure time, another announcement came: that flight had been canceled.

So here we are, 12 hours later, searching for a hotel room and another flight, along with what feels like an entire airport full of people doing the exact the same thing.

It’s been a long, exhausting day.

And on a lighter note today is National Pickle Day. This is so ironic because right now we are in a really big pickle!