Right after Christmas, I headed up to Oregon to meet little Oliver for the first time and be there for his baptism (I'm also the godmother to his two older brothers, Adrian & Jonah) Unfortunately, this is the one photo that I got from the baptism (I guess I was busy with my godmotherly duties):
I had a great visit with Ali, Matt and the boys and I'm so glad I was able to go up and hang out with them for a few days. While I was up there, it was c-o-l-d and gray (even foggy all day one day, which Ali said was unusual) and at first I had chuckled to myself about there being an ice scraper in my rental car. But the next morning, when my car was encased in ice, I was glad it was there!
Just as I was leaving Ali's house and about to make the drive back toward the Portland Airport (about 90 miles, I think?) snowflakes started to fall... No biggie. Then, even when I was just outside of town, the snow was falling and sticking to the road. Snow, how charming! And it snowed most of the drive up I-5:
I was meeting Brandi for coffee on my way to the airport, and when I was about 20-ish minutes away, it went from "ooo its snowing!" to "uh-oh, its snowing." Traffic on the freeway was stopped. My hour drive to meet Brandi turned into a 3 1/2 hour drive... People were pulling over and putting on chains (which I didn't have in my little rental car), semi trucks were stopping in the middle of the freeway because of the snow, and I saw cars spun out on the side of the freeway (not sure how they got up enough speed to even do that...) Crazy stuff. I was realizing I wasn't going to make it to my 7pm flight (and I'd left Ali's at 2pm, was supposed to meet Brandi at 3:30 and didn't get to her until after 5pm):
The city was pretty much shut down with the snow that had just been steadily falling. Not blizzard conditions or anything, just steadily falling snow during the evening commute - the traffic report I heard was something like "All freeways in the Portland area are stopped." Gee, thanks. I was maintaining a good attitude - I'd just catch the next flight, nothing I could do about it... The sucky part was calling the airline, them telling me that the 7pm flight was the last flight, and that I'd have to go surrender my boarding pass at the airport. "Well, I can't GET to the airport, that's the problem..."
The good thing was that I eventually made it safely to meet Brandi, and decided to have dinner with her, Kyle and Miss Lucy while I figured out what to do.
Lucy had been stuck at her preschool for quite awhile, since Kyle was stuck on the freeway trying to pick her up, but she didn't care because she'd gotten to play in the snow and eat pizza!
So much later in the evening, I decided I'd head to the airport and see what the deal was. It took me half an hour to get from the beginning of the on ramp TO the freeway because traffic was still crawling at 9:30 p.m. Dozens and dozens of cars were abandoned on each side of the freeway, and even in the two right lanes! Good thing it was slow though, because the roads were very snowy/slushy/icy, and I was in little rental car (and I'm not used to driving in snow). I missed my Jeep.
So I made it to the airport around 11pm, and of course the ticket counter was closed. So I stayed at a airport hotel (well, motel. ew.) to get a few hours of sleep before heading back at 5am to play the stand-by game.
Of course, I wasn't the only one who had missed my flight, so I was in good company. Everything probably would have been fine, had the Oregon Ducks not been playing in the Rose Bowl in a couple days -- at 5am in the airport, there were a TON of people decked out in their green and gold, hopping on every flight to California. I was still trying to keep a positive attitude, though. I had
a great book, some knitting and best of all - there is a Baskin-Robbins in the Portland airport:
So it could have been worse. I was hoping to be on a flight before they even opened, but of course I wasn't.
There were 6 flights that day from Portland to SFO - by the time I didn't make it on the 4th flight and found out I was still 9th on the stand-by list and found out I probably wouldn't get on a flight the next day either, I started to melt down. I even left the gates and the security area, and headed to the ticket counter, ready to surrender my boarding pass, rent a car and drive back to California. But the woman at the counter was an honest-to-goodness saint - "they shouldn't have penalized you for that!" when I told her what happened, as she printed me a boarding pass for the 5th flight at 4:45 p.m. Amazing.
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