So back before the sciatica had taken its crazy turn for the worse, we thought it would be a good idea to take a trip over spring break. Betsy's goal was to go somewhere we had never been before, so of course we settled on Medford, our standard travel destination for the past 7 years. We started our journey on Tuesday afternoon, pumped full of Percocet and hope. Luckily we had opted to fly out of GCK, as driving to DEN was absolutely out of the question.
We LOVE flying out of Garden City. No lines, friendly and patient people, free water bottles past security, no baggage fees, no parking fees... it is awesome.
We got the whole plane to ourselves.
Anna and I both followed along with the safety briefing, unlike a certain reckless member of the family.
And we went ahead and left twenty minutes early, since we were all ready to go. It didn't occur to me until much later that maybe I wasn't supposed to turn my camera on during the flight. Oh well.
We turned left at Highway 50...
And so flew right over town. I might have gotten a little excited with the camera.
Katie settled in for the trip.
And so did Anna.
Betsy did some exciting reading.
As did Anna.
I perused the ads in the Great Lakes magazine:
Occasionally I would check out the window for progress. Looks like we just passed Limon:
And there's a mountain:
We flew right past DEN.
Before making a u-turn over Commerce City.
After an exceptionally exciting descent and landing, it was good to be on the ground again. And especially good to not be sitting down any more.
Since we got to Denver so early, we decided to have a nice sit down dinner.
Katie had a great time.
And then we got on a very full flight to Medford where we didn't get to sit quite together and there were lots of people and flight attendants to make sure you weren't taking pictures during takeoff and landing and I desperately tried reading, listening to music and watching Star Trek on my iPod to try to take my mind off of the pain.
But we made it eventually.