A few minutes ago our captain told us that we are not going to Seattle after all. We are going to Portland. Seattle has planes that have been on the ground for hours and still can't get to the gates.
Yesterday there were reports of the most snow in decades in Seattle, but then that seemed to be stopping. The weather forecasts didn't sound that bad this morning, and it is the airline's decision on whether to go. We just have non-refundable tickets to Honolulu starting this morning, and we are on our way.
We have a 2:18 connection time in Seattle, which isn't going to happen.
I overheard the flight attendant telling someone that lots of other planes are being re-routed and we won't know ground conditions in Portland until we get there. We will refuel and go on to Seattle, in the same plane with the same crew, when Seattle reopens. Right now the airport is closed because of ice storms. She and some of the rest of the crew barely got to work yesterday morning, and the weather has all been snow and freezing rain since then.
I suggested we could just refuel and go on to Honolulu. She said that sounded OK but there might be some problems getting permission.
It has been quite a few years since I first realized that things like this present us with a choice. We can grumble and fret over the disrupted schedules and the uncertainty of how it will work out, and view it as a bad omen for the rest of the trip, and mainly just get upset by this demonstration of our powerlessness. Or we can say “Wow! An adventure. We will get to see more places and collect more stories to tell, all unfolding in real life with a drama and suspense and uncertainty that we usually have to pay to find in fiction.”
Well, in truth, years ago I just decided to treat it as an adventure rather than get upset over something I can't control. The wordier version is because I've got time and space to fill. Also, things are not as uncontrolled as they might appear. Snow storms happen in winter. Our schedule calls for us to arrive in Honolulu two days before we go to Kauai in order to allow this to happen.
(Later)
We are getting off, they are giving us vouchers for dinner and a hotel (La Quinta for us), and a flight to Seattle tomorrow morning. When we got to the front of the line, they realized we wanted Honolulu rather than Seattle, and found a connection through San Francisco. Then we got shifted to a different agent who, after 10 minutes, told us there were no connections to Honolulu through Seattle, they were all sold out. I told her that was probably why the other agent had set us up to go through San Francisco. Pat told me she thought I probably needed to sit down for awhile. Yes, dear. Sigh. Well, I do have a good theory on how to deal with such things.
(Still Later)
We had supper and are in the hotel. We'll get a good night's sleep and take another shot at it tomorrow. It has been an interesting day, and we're half way there. We had seats in the exit row, luxurious leg room. (Extra charge, but worth it to me.)