Down and Out in Denver

…from the other side of the Blizzard of 2009, which stopped me in my tracks as I made my way to the East coast yesterday.  Stranded in Boston overnight, I camped out en famille before making my way further up the coast early this morning in this:

Kim and Katie with the aircraft

That’s right, dear readers, I flew in that.  While the plane seats nine if someone sits in the co-pilot’s seat (and I have!), there were only three of us this fine morning.  Plus Katie, the pilot.  The flight was a little choppy, thanks to all the leftover wind, but we made it to our destination (below) in just under an hour.  There was snow everywhere but Katie brought it in for a smooth landing and Kim had everything unpacked and at the “terminal” in about five minutes.  Together Katie and Kim must comprise about half of the airport staff.

The Airport

The terminal itself is the one building pictured above with a trailer tacked on the back; that’s where we wait after going through screening.  And I should say that the screening here is the most thorough and persnickety I’ve ever experienced.  They are not messing around.  They also ask for your weight (flying here or back) and often informally assign people to seats based on that weight.  Once you’ve given up your carry-on luggage (it goes in the wings) you’re free to board.

Arriving in this manner is all worth it, however, when this view awaits, a far cry from D-town even when gray:

Happy Holidays to all from the East coast!

xoxo

Blake