Tuesday, October 5, 2021
We got up early and arrived at a virtually empty Bozeman / Yellowstone International Airport. All went well until the plane pulled back from the gate. About 20 feet. And it came to a stop. A woman who had bulled her way onto the plane ahead of us decided that she didn’t feel well enough to fly. By the time we pulled back to the gate, found a medic, had her checked out, and watched as you walked off the plane, we were having visions of another night in Denver.
But the pilot made up half the lost 40 minutes, a chair was waiting for Tom at the Denver gate, and we made our flight home with time to spare. Back in Princeton, we grabbed a couple of pizzas from Conte’s and then waved goodbye as Emily and Tom headed home.