Finally we landed at 2:00 am with dozens of other flights all waiting for the fog to clear enough to be able to land at SFO. Every 20 minutes a new van would show up and take 4 people. At that rate we would be late for work on Monday. We finally rented a car, and got home around 6 am. I had to be at work at 8 am -- it was a very long Monday.
On that fateful day more than a decade ago we swore we would never, ever travel during Thanksgiving week. Especially someday when we had kids.
A moment of insanity? This year we are going to the East coast for Thanksgiving. We've stayed away long enough. We are taking the boys and have some big plans. Visits with friends and family in DC. A trip to New Jersey by way of New York for Thanksgiving with family. We are taking the boys to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (we'll see how this goes), and the whole trip will culminate at the Redskins game on Sunday.
We think we're clever planning to travel home Monday morning ... but we'll see how it goes. Time heals all wounds, and hopefully we won't be reliving our last Thanksgiving travel adventure.
