Lemons to lemonade

So, when you have a weather-related cancellation on a Saturday, there are a couple of things that happen.  First, you are rarely the only one facing that challenge, and second, that throws off other travel well beyond your original flight.  Makes sense- I mean, there was a plane, a pilot and a whole flight crew that didn’t get to Seattle with us, so they were not where the airline planned for them to be on Sunday.  I expect it was a similar situation that left us in Dallas yesterday.  All the folks who missed traveling on Saturday tried for the few flights Sunday- anyhow, here we are, sitting at gate E-13 on a Monday morning.  

It did give us the opportunity to have a beautiful, sunny Sunday to go and play.  We went to old downtown Carrollton and saw a very funny production of Arsenic and Old Lace at Pocket Sandwich Theatre and had a light lunch at the Three Nations Brewing patio.  It was all capped off with a visit to the amazing candy shop that’s located in the downtown square.  Considering we got stuck at home in Dallas for the second day in a row, we certainly made the most of it.  

That leads us to this morning.  We were well prepared for departure when Jeff showed up to drive us to the train station.  We’d had a few days to remember little details we may have otherwise forgotten to pack.  So, lemons have become lemonade, and we’re at the gate.  So far, the digital display near us says everything is on time.  I shall re-cross my fingers just as soon as I finish typing with them.  

Also of note, the DART Silver Line.  That was a slick way to get here.  We left the UTD station at 8:36 am and arrived at our seats here in old E-13 an hour and 15 minutes later.  Not too shabby.  And the train dropped us at the farthest spot from this particular terminal, so we used the airport’s loop tram to get here.  Pretty dang efficient.  Lemonade.  This is now the official, Heather and Cas approved way to get to the airport.  Change approved.  

Here we are, waiting for the train:

And for one more lemons-to-lemonade situation, it got cold in Dallas last night.  It was 36 when we were waiting for the train, and my weather app said it was 46 in Seattle right at that same moment.  And they hadn’t seen the sun rise yet.  So, yeah.  Who would have thought it would be smart to go from Dallas to Seattle in March to warm up?

Anyhow, we’re at our gate and I am skeptically glancing at the “on time” sign with a blend of hope and doubt that I think may be completely understandable at this point.  We’ll check in (hopefully) from the Pacific Northwest, folks!  Wish us luck!