I woke in London in the morning with the kind of icy mist and rising sun that looks so great when you can see wide open spaces. sadly, it was mainly warehouses and buildings, but you can't have everything. Checked in easily for Virgin with no major hassles.
Sooooo, the flights were good in the sense that they took off, flew and landed safely and in the right order. I left Heathrow an hour late but with the promise of a shorter than normal 10hr flight. Watched Stardust and Rattatouille (sp?) and Doctor Who (Blink) on Virgin's impressive entertainment package. Time flew like the plane and ten hours didn't feel any more than eight and a half or so.Despite the earlier arrival, we landed far away from the main LAX terminal and for a good fifteen minutes the guy towing the plane performed the kind of parallel parking that made us go backwards and forwards about ten times. Even the pilot was forced to come on the intercom and say 'I have no idea what this guy's doing, we may end up in Disneyworld!' Finally - after a bus ride around the airport perimeter, I got to abggage claim, was quizzed throughly by Customs and grabbed my luggage and headed to Terminal 7 for my United flight to Denver.
Slept a little bit more and arrived ontime (even a tad early) in Denver where I was met by Holly and her dog Bob (who's a girl and clearly going to have gener issues somewhere down the line). Took an hour drive to Laporte to see Holly's place with six inches of snow from a few days before. Very picturesque.Chilled out for an hour or so, then slept like a log until around 6:00am where I witnessed the sunrise over the snowy surrounding land and mountains.
I've arrived! There's snow! I have my camera. All is good.
