It’s been a very busy seventeen days. And the original plans were that I would pick Justin up from the airport this afternoon, but Blizzard Number Four had other plans…not only did it plow through two days after the last one, but it stuck around a bit longer and got worse than expected.
He has tried to get out of Kotzebue for the last five flights. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that now that Justin is seeing the sun for the first time in three days that he will get out on flight number six tomorrow morning. That flight, however, only gets him to Anchorage. He’s scheduled for a flight late tomorrow night and, after hopping around the country for eleven hours, will land mid-day on Wednesday.
So since Wednesday is way too long away, I gave Justin some pointers on whining his way onto an earlier flight instead of languishing away for ten hours in the airport. If not, at least maybe this time I’ll get my very own moose shirt.
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