rerouted into the now


You pack your bags and you get driven to the airport. You kiss your child (he is so sweet and you have heavy heart, saying goodbye - but he is going to have a blast with his grandmother). You go through security (after checking the departures to find the correct gate). You get to the gate. It says "flight cancelled."

You don't panic. Surely, they would have notified you. Or there would have been a notice on the eletronic departures sign. Still, there's a line to see the gate agent, so you stand in the queue. Still not panicking. But now, you've developed a back up plan. You tell your husband, who doesn't want to think about it yet. He's still sure they wouldn't cancel the flight without alerting people.

Before you get to the agent, a friendly group of older Australians ladies on holiday gets in line behind you. Aussies are a fun group and love to chat as much as you do. You trade information (they're also confused about whether their flight has been cancelled). Eventually, you learn they're from Perth and headed to Toronto. Their flight is also cancelled, but they don't know it yet, either.


After quite a wait (there was only one gate agent, for two gates), you talk to the agent. Yes, the flight is cancelled, due to weather conditions ("It's getting windy" she says. But it isn't really). Yes, they didn't tell you. She automatically books you for the next available flight, which is the next morning. You're in shock.

You go sit down, think through options again. Try calling the main number to figure out other options - can they book you into the earlier flight that is stand by only or can you get a partial refund if you rent a car and drive instead? (No and yes.)

Much waiting. Much discussion. And in the end you go with your back up plan, the one you immediately thought of when you saw the word "cancelled" on the sign.

Rerouted.


As you can probably tell from the photos, we decided to cancel our rescheduled flight up (because M had conference sessions to attend this morning) and rent a car and drive.

And in fact, it is a lovely drive. Straight up through the Adirondacks (which I had never driven through before).

M did most of the driving, so I could take photos from the passenger side.


We had a great time together (as usual). It was slightly stressful (we didn't think to bring our GPS or many snacks, since it was only going to be a short flight). But we had a fun time talking and I enjoyed the scenery.

We drove through two of three fingers of the storm that had caused the cancelled flights - it was a heavy downpour, but in short bursts. Not that much of a challenge to drive through. We put on our blinkers and followed the car in front of us with a safe driving distance.

After the storm broke (the clouds were incredible), there was a rainbow.

My husband wanted to go to Elizabethtown to have dinner, and although we had forgotten that small mountain towns are closed up on Sunday afternoons, we eventually found an open restaurant and had a great meal! (I'm including their information in the Lex Letter: Montreal, as well as some Adirondack ephemera I picked up.)


After going through customs, and then having fun trying to speak seulement en francais (I don't have a proper French keyboard), we arrived at our hotel around 11pm.

Sometimes, life reroutes you. You are always here, though. Where ever here is. You might as well enjoy your time.

Life is good.

More tomorrow, from Montreal!
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