What a Difference.....

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A year ago today I woke up in Depoe Bay, Oregon, and travelled to Seattle, Washington to begin my trip home. We checked in at the airport. Everything was on time. We would be arriving in Detroit, Michigan about an hour after the major winter storm had passed through. When we arrived in Detroit the airport was cleared of snow. Unfortunately the local roads were not cleared so there was a definite shortage of ground crews. The board showed that our flight to Buffalo, New York was still on time. Things are looking good. The ground crew assured us everything was moving as quickly as possible. Our flight might be delayed by about 30 minutes. At this point we were still trusting. An hour later we were notified that our flight had been cancelled, the airline was flying us via JFK. We questioned the reasoning behind this, but okay. At this point my daughter and I had been travelling for 24 hours. We were supposed to be at home, cleaning up after a week away. Our last real meal had been breakfast on Sunday morning. We arrived at JFK to freezing drizzle followed by a heavy snowfall. Our flight was on time, hurray.....we should be home by about 8 PM. Only 12 hours late. We were at our gate, boarding was to start in five minutes. Did we hear that right? No mistake, the announcement was repeated. [/b]All domestic flights were cancelled, effective immediately.[b] Say, what? That means we are stuck here at JFK along with how many others? The next morning, 48 hours after our journey began, domestic flights resumed, but we were headed back to Detroit. More delays, finally around noon we were back in Detroit awaiting our flight to Buffalo. Arriving in Buffalo, tired, hungry and about an hour (allowing for bad roads and a short delay at customs) from home. Around 5 PM on February 3rd there were three things we wanted: a shower, a good meal (real food) and our own beds. Travelling in winter. This was an experience I'm not in a great hurry to repeat.