Last night I arrived looking at a lot of red blinking lights and trying to figure out what "annule" meant, it quickly switched to canceled which was only slightly better but I got the hint. Waiting for the baggage I met up with the other presenter for the KNL retreat, Brian Smith, and we hatched a plan to get on a plane the next day. After a truck stop dinner and some late night wrangling we end up at quality inn for the night with a leaky air mattress and so free coffee.
The next morning we are on the way back to the airport and an unlikely standby situation to St. John's. Not wanting to be pessimistic we wandered our way to the gate and actually got on the flight much to our surprise. The plane took off, flew, circled, returned, landed and off we got. Back in Halifax. As we touched down one of the locals I was sitting next too lets us in on some local wisdom, "you don't groow up in Newfundlund withoot knoowing the best laid plans will get screwed by the weather." Brilliant!
This is the most ground I saw on the whole flight, other than that I was watching an enormous alien attack New York.
With little or no chance of making it to St. John's, Gander or the island today we opted for a definitive flight to the oposite side of the island to at least set foot on the Province. The guys from KNL are now on the case arranging for a rental car so that we can drive through the night to the retreat. Look out Moose, here comes a driver stoked on coffee with little or no sleep to speak of and whitewater on the horizon.
