Getting to the airport was a “process”, according to 11-year-old Yum. We don’t fit into one car, so we decided to take the Front Runner train to the airport. Getting to the train station was accomplished by Bradley, Gee and Yum taking the bus to the Lehi station, and my sister driving the rest of us (plus all the things) to the station.
It’s a beautiful cloudy rainy day along the Wasatch Front. Enjoy the cold, it’s the last we’ll feel for a while!
We then transferred to the Trax line to get to the airport. On our same train and Trax were a gaggle of missionaries, headed to the Colorado Springs mission.
(Small world story: one of the missionaries headed out was in my planetary class last semester! Good luck Sister H!)
Turns out checking in nine people on an international flight is a production. Who knew? At check in we learned that a) my packing skills are superb (all our luggage was under 37 lbs each, thankyouverymuch) and b) that our flight from SLC to Dallas was delayed by more than an hour.
Considering our layover in Dallas was only one hour and 40 minutes, that was a little concerning. But, whaddya going to do?
With almost three hours to kill in the SLC airport, there was much riding of the people movers and wandering around. Luckily, there was a Panda Express and a Cafe Rio in the terminals, so the masses were fed.
We cut it close in our connection, and after a mad dash through the Dallas airport (the humidity!!! We’re such desert dwellers.) we were almost the last passengers boarded. But we did get boarded!
Now we’re crammed into our overnight, trans-Atlantic flight to London Heathrow airport. Everyone seems to be traveling really well so far (eleven hours into our journeys), and I hope some sleep can be achieved.