Cabin Pressure

Yesterday was a long day of flying.

We got to Bozeman's airport a little before 2:00pm. Our flight was supposed to leave at 2:56(mountain time), but didn't leave until about 3:10. We got into Salt Lake City at about 4:30. After walking from one end of the airport to the other just to get to our next gate, I quickly went back to the food court to get a Whopper for Katy and I to split. They called our row about halfway through the burger, so I rushed quick to the bathroom before we got on the plane. We left Salt Lake City at about 5:35 for what our itinerary said would be a three hour flight. Once in the air, the pilot said it would be a two hour flight. When we were circling over Minneapolis, the pilot said that we would be landing about a half hour later than she had first thought because of the storms. We actually landed at 9:15(central time), after almost three hours in the air. We pulled up about 100 feet from the ramp and waited for a truck to taxi us in. We waited in that spot for an hour! The two-year-old in front of us, who had seemed cute the whole flight, seemed to hardly stop screaming. There was little airflow and the air got staler by the minute. All we could do was watch the rain pour down on the plane. As the pilot said that no planes were coming in or going out, I saw two planes taxied away and at least four planes land.

The signs in the airport pointed the wrong direction for baggage claim. We took the moving walkways and kept missing the tram. The baggage claim was packed with people but most flights were still waiting for their luggage. Our bag came out at baggage claim 13 even though the signs where cars pull up say that we should be picked up down by baggage claim 4. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to the 45-minute drive home.