Welcome to the most ridiculous day of the week. Hannah and I had been planning on going snowboarding in Utah for a couple months and headed to the airport to start our trip. On our way to the airport we somehow weren’t paying attention and drove 30 miles in the wrong direction. Once we turned around and got off at the airport exit Hannah’s transmission went out and we were stuck. Brooke was with us because she was going to drive Hannah’s car back to Oxford. However, after calling AAA and realizing we’d have about four hours to wait, her mom came to the rescue. Before she showed up, a kind police officer gave us a ride to the airport in his car. Once we got there, we realized there was no way we’d make any of our flights (the joys of flying standby).
Feeling a bit defeated we went to a hotel lobby to grab food while waiting for a tow truck. After it came, we were trying to find a gas station and Brooke’s gps led us to a water treatment facility down a winding road in Kentucky. Afraid we’d run out of gas and continually saying “just our luck,” we ended up finally finding one and getting back to Oxford. Time to try again tomorrow….