Well I'm finally here! After missing my original flight and having to cough up the cash for a new one, I finally made it! After we figured out the whole flight missing nonsense, Scott drove me to the airport Saturday morning. I got to the airport super early so that I could make sure I actually had a seat, and to see if I could get my other flight refunded which was a long shot. After wiping all the tears away from saying goodbye to Scott, I was off to find a manager in a red jacket. when I finally found Tony (my new best friend) he was able to refund all the money from my flight which means the company will buy my plane ticket home!
Saturday was the Longest I have ever traveled alone. The whole time I was navigating though the airports all I couldn't help but feel empowered. I got to the Salt Lake Airport at 11 am and when I got to Juneau it was Midnight in Utah. That is a long day. The Seattle Airport, is probably one of the biggest I have ever been to and the best part is..... IT HAS A QDOBA! I haven't set eyes on a pablano pesto burrito in probably 2 years. It was absolutely delicious.
When i got to Juneau i expected someone to be at the bottom of the stairs holding a sign with my name on it, but there was no one there. I spent the whole time at baggage claim wondering who was going to pick me up. after I got my bag and started to wait, Mary popped up behind me and asked if I was shay. My reply, of course, "I think that's what my name is." After Canyon, one of the dock boys, arrived we were off to the Warner's house to spend the night. Although it was still light outside brush planes don't fly at night. The next morning we were able to just dink around before it was time to fly to the lodge.
That little tiny plane was terrifying. Even just to look at it doesn't look like it should carry any people inside. Amazingly for me it was actually a smoother takeoff than the 747's I had ridden in the whole day before. As we were flying it felt like you could reach out and touch the mountains we flew through.
When we finally got here, it is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The Warners immediately made us feel like we belonged, I even got a sweet vest with my name on it. My room is quaint but pretty cute. Now i just need to find a way to keep the light from coming in my window at night.
Moral of this story is... I love it here. I miss scooter and my family so much. I'll write again when i can steal KC's laptop.
