It all started at the end of my holiday trip to Fargo and Minneapolis. I had a flight from Fargo at 625am, which I
caught on time. As soon as the plane surged above the
flooded flatlands of Fargo, all I could see out of the
window was a white fog all over the sky. For a moment I
thought I had reached the heavens and was floating on
the 'paarkadal', with the sun rising below me!! :D
I was scared throughout the major part of the flight.
But when the pilot announced that we were going to make our
descend towards Denver, my heart stopped and was pounding
at my throat!! All I could see outside was a white fog.
Eventhough the airhostess came and sat next to me, I was
scared to the whitest. What would happen if the pilot now
announced that we were going to crash? What would I do,
Whom would I call?? These were the thoughts running in my
mind as I gripped the armrests as hard as I could.
My unrest wouldn't stop until a runway pops up suddenly
and the plane would magically touchdown in 5 seconds!!
Taxiing alone took 15min as it was windy, snowy, misty.
It was about 8 when I landed and my earliest bus to Boulder
was at 815. Skipping breakfast, I made a dash and caught
the bus just in time, only to find the onset of a blizzard.
The bus moved slowly and when we reached the highway, we
came to crawling speeds. The storm had sprung up by then
and we came to a standstill. Visibility was nil!! The
driver would have used his Guess the Path (GPS) and tried
his best to keep the bus steady. There was a long queue
of vehicles in our road, but the other way was clear.
But then came along some cars.. only they were sideways!
Several of them collided and there was a roadblock!
Some tow-vans followed firetrucks to the spot. I assumed,
our road was also queued up because of such a car pile up.
We stood at the same spot for about an hour before we moved
a couple of miles at snail's pace n stopped again. This time it was serious. A car had toppled by the road-side. And after sometime, the bus moved again and stopped at a new spot.. :)
The weather was severe. There were strong winds, lotsa
snow. Our bus had got stuck in the snow and was slipping
at the same spot. No matter how much the driver tried, it
wouldn move. Some cars had slipped and were struggling
for grip ahead of us. A handful of us from the bus went
out and helped them out by pushing.
Meanwhile our bus had buried its wheels in snow. We tried
digging and removing the snow, but that did not help. We
had to strap on some chains to the wheels to get some grip.
Several attempts were made but failed. Soon we gave up and
luckily for us, another bus came behind us, which was
already equipped with chained wheels.
By then, the weather was so worse that I was scared I would
fly off, if my legs weren't in the 2 feet deep snow!! The
highway was closed due to many accidents and so the bus had
to detour. The driver was sensible enough to stop at a gas
station for a pit-stop. I was desperately hungry and so
grabbed some chips n pepsi.
A few hours and some extra miles along some car-filled
roundabout route, I got down in Boulder. It was still
snowing miserably and I was drenched. There was another
bus which I had to take to reach home, but in this weather
I wasn't sure if buses ran! So I called up a friend who
lived nearby and went to that apartment like a refugee,
where I stayed overnight. I was stuck in a bus amidst a
blizzard and my friends at Boulder were making snowmen! :)
It had snowed all night and there was a mountain of snow
outside. The next morning, it was cold n sunny with clear
skies!! Calm after a storm!! :P I then took the other bus
and reached home. :) Finally, after several hours in the
blizzard and an overnight stay, I was home in a single
piece. :)
So, when I put 'am home!!' as a status message, I got many
friends pinging me and asking if I was in Chennai! :D
I had to give a short explanation to each of them, before
I got fed up and removed the status message. :P
And the moral of the story is "Screw the female at the
Frontier front desk at fargo airport!!" I had a flight
from fargo to denver on wednesday evening at 345. Since
the airport was jus a few min away from my uncle's place,
I reached there at 315. The stupid female had closed the
gates, just 2 min before I arrived. I had boarded a
similiar United flight 20 minutes before takeoff and yet
here I 'missed' the flight by 2 min!! I was scheduled in
the next flight on thursday morning.
So there you see, those 2 min led to a tortuous 7 hour
ordeal in the blizzard!! My uncle thought I was playing a
prank when I told him I missed the flight. :D
Had I not 'missed' the 345 flight (which I saw taking off
from the airport!!) I would ve reached home safely and
relaxingly. :)
caught on time. As soon as the plane surged above the
flooded flatlands of Fargo, all I could see out of the
window was a white fog all over the sky. For a moment I
thought I had reached the heavens and was floating on
the 'paarkadal', with the sun rising below me!! :D
I was scared throughout the major part of the flight.
But when the pilot announced that we were going to make our
descend towards Denver, my heart stopped and was pounding
at my throat!! All I could see outside was a white fog.
Eventhough the airhostess came and sat next to me, I was
scared to the whitest. What would happen if the pilot now
announced that we were going to crash? What would I do,
Whom would I call?? These were the thoughts running in my
mind as I gripped the armrests as hard as I could.
My unrest wouldn't stop until a runway pops up suddenly
and the plane would magically touchdown in 5 seconds!!
Taxiing alone took 15min as it was windy, snowy, misty.
It was about 8 when I landed and my earliest bus to Boulder
was at 815. Skipping breakfast, I made a dash and caught
the bus just in time, only to find the onset of a blizzard.
The bus moved slowly and when we reached the highway, we
came to crawling speeds. The storm had sprung up by then
and we came to a standstill. Visibility was nil!! The
driver would have used his Guess the Path (GPS) and tried
his best to keep the bus steady. There was a long queue
of vehicles in our road, but the other way was clear.
But then came along some cars.. only they were sideways!
Several of them collided and there was a roadblock!
Some tow-vans followed firetrucks to the spot. I assumed,
our road was also queued up because of such a car pile up.
We stood at the same spot for about an hour before we moved
a couple of miles at snail's pace n stopped again. This time it was serious. A car had toppled by the road-side. And after sometime, the bus moved again and stopped at a new spot.. :)
The weather was severe. There were strong winds, lotsa
snow. Our bus had got stuck in the snow and was slipping
at the same spot. No matter how much the driver tried, it
wouldn move. Some cars had slipped and were struggling
for grip ahead of us. A handful of us from the bus went
out and helped them out by pushing.
Meanwhile our bus had buried its wheels in snow. We tried
digging and removing the snow, but that did not help. We
had to strap on some chains to the wheels to get some grip.
Several attempts were made but failed. Soon we gave up and
luckily for us, another bus came behind us, which was
already equipped with chained wheels.
By then, the weather was so worse that I was scared I would
fly off, if my legs weren't in the 2 feet deep snow!! The
highway was closed due to many accidents and so the bus had
to detour. The driver was sensible enough to stop at a gas
station for a pit-stop. I was desperately hungry and so
grabbed some chips n pepsi.
A few hours and some extra miles along some car-filled
roundabout route, I got down in Boulder. It was still
snowing miserably and I was drenched. There was another
bus which I had to take to reach home, but in this weather
I wasn't sure if buses ran! So I called up a friend who
lived nearby and went to that apartment like a refugee,
where I stayed overnight. I was stuck in a bus amidst a
blizzard and my friends at Boulder were making snowmen! :)
It had snowed all night and there was a mountain of snow
outside. The next morning, it was cold n sunny with clear
skies!! Calm after a storm!! :P I then took the other bus
and reached home. :) Finally, after several hours in the
blizzard and an overnight stay, I was home in a single
piece. :)
So, when I put 'am home!!' as a status message, I got many
friends pinging me and asking if I was in Chennai! :D
I had to give a short explanation to each of them, before
I got fed up and removed the status message. :P
And the moral of the story is "Screw the female at the
Frontier front desk at fargo airport!!" I had a flight
from fargo to denver on wednesday evening at 345. Since
the airport was jus a few min away from my uncle's place,
I reached there at 315. The stupid female had closed the
gates, just 2 min before I arrived. I had boarded a
similiar United flight 20 minutes before takeoff and yet
here I 'missed' the flight by 2 min!! I was scheduled in
the next flight on thursday morning.
So there you see, those 2 min led to a tortuous 7 hour
ordeal in the blizzard!! My uncle thought I was playing a
prank when I told him I missed the flight. :D
Had I not 'missed' the 345 flight (which I saw taking off
from the airport!!) I would ve reached home safely and
relaxingly. :)
