We woke up expecting the skies to be clear, after all, that's what the weatherman had promised us. Yet once we got to the window we noticed that snow was falling from the sky, and so we deduced that it was still snowing.
"I do say, this will put a damper on our plans for aeronautical travel." Claimed my father.
"Quite!" exclaimed Deb.
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After leaving late we got on the road and began to drive towards are destination. The journey was rough and perhaps made for one with thicker skin than myself. I tried to stay awake and comfort the weaker members of the journey, however I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke to my companions in a titter.
"Deborah, this is indeed a foreign, upside-down, topsy turvry land! Perhaps our Geographonational Positioning System has led us astray?" propositioned my father.
"I have handled this system myself good sir, and would be quick to startle if I have input this information incorrectly." Retorted Deb.
As it turns out We did put in the wrong airport coordinates, and were headed in the completely wrong direction.
"Egad!" produced my father.
Well we finally got the the airport, boarded the plane, and flew to our halfway destination: Atlanta. Yet, we were stalled. Forced to traffic on the airport runway for a good 20 min as they found a station for us.
"The shock would be visible on my face, if I saw our travel luggage arrive at our later destination. The zeppelin service would be much more reliable." Railed my father.
Well we did get to Colorado, despite the close call with our flight transfer, and against all of my dad's expectations our luggage arrived too.
We had one last trial to overcome. While renting our car, we asked the renting lady which way it was to get to downtown Colorado Springs. She gave us directions that led us in the opposite direction.
However, We finally arrived at our hotel, and now I am tired and want to sleep so tomorrow will come.
Song of the day is Big rock candy mountain.
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