I survived my trip to Montana, but getting there was stressful.  I usually have pretty good luck traveling, but this time it was a comedy of errors.  First, the electricity went off during the night.  Ack.  4:00am was 4:30 and panic.  Please explain how the electricity won't go out during a screaming blizzard on a weekend, but dies on a clear perfect evening when you have to be up early. 

I missed my first flight, but caught the second flight and had time to catch my next plane.  Except for the fog of course.  The plane had trouble landing in Denver.  Now I'm really off my schedule.  Not only that, but a very loud and angry lady kept stomping up and down the Denver airport also trying to catch a flight to Salt Lake.  I couldn't get away from her.  Towards the end she was really huffing and puffing.  I got the latest flight I could to Salt Lake, because I was afraid I'd end up on the same plane with her and she would have heart attack after she was so wound up.

When I got to Salt Lake and sat there for 6 hours waiting for the last flight to Butte.  Little did I know my Aunt was sitting in the same area waiting for a plane to Bend.  Dang.  It would have been nice visiting for a few hours.  Finally, I got to Butte, at 11:30pm.  I find a cab to take me to the hotel.  Problem is the hotel is quite a ways out of town.  Suddenly, he starts getting all of these calls from people wanting a ride.  He gets crabbier and crabbier about missing all of this business.  Then suddenly he pulls over and stops.  I was sure he was going to kick me out.  I guess he was trying to find someone for back up.  Thank goodness.   When I pulled my luggage through the door of the hotel at 12:00am.  I had never been so happy to get somewhere.  I was sure missing my porch.  The rest of the trip was uneventful...  or maybe it was everything else couldn't touch the trip in.

My favorite part of the whole trip was Skyping with my nieces and showing them the planes at the Salt Lake Airport.  All I can say is there is no place like home.  With the exception of showing the girls the airport from my computer, I would have much rather been sitting on the porch drinking my coffee.