It was a tragic chain of events.

The Pilot in Amarillo got an emergency call to pick someone up from Tucson.

He let the second pilot fly down to Austin to pick us up.

Unfortunately the fog began to roll in.

That means the plane can't land.

He waits in Abilene until the fog clears.

In the meantime I make reservations for Southwest.

The pilot calls and states he can't make it due to a landing gear problem.

I then hustle us to the airport in the van.

The Van has no gas, so we have to fill up.

By the time we get to Southwest they only have Standby to Amarillo.

When we are in line to get on the plane the pilot calls. He can pick us up.

He flies to Dallas.

We get our bags in Dallas and meet him at the plane.

It's so crowded on the plane Amy and Kevin have to ride on the bench.

We make it to Amarillo about 6 and a half hours later than we thought.

I like to think of it as an adventure.