Well, I made it Salt Lake yesterday. It was not easy, though. My flight arrangements weren't the most sensible. I took a flight from San Antonio to Phoneix on US Airways. Then in Phonenix, I had to change terminals, go through security again and board a United flight to Denver. In Denver, I had to change terminals again, thankfully not go through security again and board a Frontier flight to Salt Lake.
Once in Salt Lake, I watched the baggage carousel circle about a thousand times before I gave in to the sinking feeling that my bags did not make it. How could I expect my bags to be here after 3 airlines and 3 airplanes? So, I filled out the paperwork and told the airline to only deliver them before 10:00 PM because I'm staying with my brother and sister-in-law who have two little ones and I don't want them ringing the doorbell in the middle of the night. I told Frontier I would just pick them up in the morning.
So, of course at 2:48 am I get a phone call. Thank goodness for cell phones. They were right outside of the house with my bags. I'm grateful they didn't ring the doorbell. And, how could I be mad at the guy when he had my bags. I was very happy that I had my bags, the others in the house hadn't been disturbed, and for some reason, their alarm didn't go off when I opened the door. I did find out a few minutes later that they had called home first, so my husband got a little wake-up call in San Antonio, only there it was 3:48 am.
I'm just so happy to have my bags this morning.