When I booked the flight, it seemed to simple: Steamboat Springs to Atlanta and then home to Daytona Beach. Leave a little before 2:00 p.m. and get home before 10:00 p.m., last flight in for the day. Travel was scheduled for this past Saturday.
My reality: Snow falling that morning. (Steamboat, not Daytona.)
Got the text from Delta that morning: My flight out of Steamboat delayed to the point that I’d miss my connection. Okay, fine, I rescheduled to fly into Orlando. That would change my drive from 15 minutes to an hour and 15, but I’d still get home that night.
10:30 a.m.: As scheduled, left the hotel via the bus for the airport.
Easy check in, not much of a line through security.
Got to the gate. Noticed the place is packed. No planes arriving means no planes leaving. Delta pushed my departure back an hour. It’s their only flight of the day from Steamboat to Atlanta.
My arriving plane is eventually sent to SLC to refuel.
Departure pushed back. I’m with two others from the same press trip. We’re all watching the apps and figuring out how/if we’ll get home that night. I accept the fact that I’m likely not. My connection into Orlando is delayed, but the math is likely not going to work. To pass time, we wait in the long line for food. Very pleasant staff.
The gates are packed, so TSA stops letting people through. Others from our group are on the other side. We Facetime them.
Sometime in early evening, planes start to land. Much rejoicing in the terminal.
Mine arrives a little before 7:00 p.m. We need to help make this a very quick turnaround, we’re told, since the pilots and crew have almost timed out.
7:00 p.m.: We’re on the plane!
8:00 p.m. They finally turn on the engines!
8:30 p.m. We’re told that we need to de-ice.
9:00 p.m. We’re taxing! Number 1 for departure.
Once in the air: Hey, we do need to stop in Austin and pick up a different crew. One will be waiting for us. ETA for Atlanta is now 4:00 a.m. I’ll still make my connection.
Midnight: Land in Austin.
Austin airport crew: Who the heck are you guys? No one was expecting you.
Our flight crew on the P.A.: Ummmm, everyone just sit tight.
Follow-up announcement: Okay, the pilots have timed out and left the plane. The crew has put in too many hours and needs to do the same. We can’t leave you on the plane unsupervised, so you all need to get off. Agents will meet you at the gate.
Everyone gets in a long line. Like others, I open the Delta app: You’re still in Colorado, it says. Everyone gets the same message. I’m near the end of the line since I was near the back of the plane.
Food and hotel vouchers are offered.
We all call Delta: Your estimated hold time is one hour and 47 minutes.
I text and eventually ask for a human. One will text you back, the app says.
I get a text from Peter. We spend an hour discussing my options. Fly into Orlando? Jacksonville? The Daytona airport is next to the Speedway so I don’t want to go there on Sunday.
Peter eventually offers to fly me from Austin to Jacksonville to Orlando. This is a plan we had never discussed.
How about Austin to Orlando? I ask.
We don’t fly there directly.
1:00 a.m. or so: I have a seat from Austin to Atlanta to Orlando, but I still need to see the gate agent. Everyone in lines has similar experiences. Glad I stayed in line. The app updates my itinerary but won’t issue a boarding pass.
We’re told that all bags have been taken off the plane. Everyone will need to get their bags and recheck them. The debate: Get the bag and sleep on that side of TSA or wait and get them once TSA opens? TSA opens at 3:00 a.m.
I have some nice people around me. Someone has a puppy. We eat the snacks provided by Delta.
3:00 a.m. I finally see the gate agent.
We can fly you directly to Orlando in the morning, she offers.
Sold!
But I can’t seem to issue a boarding pass.
A fellow gate agent calls some secret number and manages to print a boarding pass for me.
3:15 a.m. I grab my bag.
4:00 a.m. Finally get through ticketing and recheck my bag. Not much of a line so not sure what was up.
4:15 a.m. Get through TSA and arrive back to the gate.
5:00 a.m. Use my food voucher for breakfast.
Flight to Orlando delayed from 9-something to 11-something due to air traffic. While waiting, I watch a kid eat a Cheerio off the floor.
1:25 p.m. on Sunday: Finally land in Orlando. My wife picks me up and we drive home.