From Chicago, we were Salt Lake City bound. We ditch the van there and put it on a truck for shipping because I couldn't bear the idea of 20 hours driving through Iowa, Nebraska & Wyoming solo with the kids and without any family, friend stops along the way to look forward to. So Jeff met us in Chicago to fly with us to our new hometown, Salt Lake City.
In a first for us, we showed up at the airport early. An entire day early... We had marked our calendars that Sunday was when our tickets out to SLC were for. We get to the airport to check our bags only to find out our reservation was for Monday. Oops. What likely happened was that when Jeff booked, he defaulted to his normal fly to SLC Monday mode as he had been doing for the past 7 months when we had intended to fly and arrive on Sunday. Oops. Thankfully Delta was understanding and able to accommodate us on a later flight that day. We had about 6 hours to fill in the airport. After trying all the lounges we had some free passes for (all but Delta), but they insisted that the kids needed a pass as well to the tune of some crazy amount (noted after they realized we weren't flying their airline that day). So we found a nice, quiet hallway to chill in, play some iPad, do wall sits, and play Simon Says.
On our way to SLC!
And we have arrived.
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