When morning came, five hours of sleep had been obtained and second
thoughts were expressed as to the wisdom of catching a plane so
relatively early; however, that plane was headed to SFO (San Francisco
International) and we were really ready to take flight. The weather
had gone from rainy to snowy: nearly 5 inches had fallen during
the early morning hours with more coming down every moment. We
decided to skip breakfast and proceed straightaway to the airport.
Intent on starting out married life as a dutiful husband, I moved
the snow covered rental car to under the entry overhang at the
Wildwood. The desk staff was very kind in providing a broom to
brush off the car and, in a hearty fashion, I began this task;
there was, however, a problem encountered along the way. Somehow,
the car doors became locked with the car running and the airline
tickets already safely stowed in the trunk. What was
so occupying my mind that this could happen? Again, the desk staff
came to the rescue. After 45minutes of toiling, the manager (formerly
a police officer) had gained entry into the vehicle and off we
dashed, or rather sloshed, to the airport.
it took a little longer to drive to the airport than it would
normally, what with having to dodge sliding cars, downed power
lines, and broken tree limbs. In fact, the visibility was so poor
that we actually drove past the airport without seeing it; thats
saying something because I have been in and out the Des Moines
airport many times over the years and know well its location.
Joyce and I, honeymooners-to-be, finally arrived in the terminal
about 20 minutes before the flight was to leave. Even though it
was snowing heavily, the airline purported the flight to be departing
on time. Sensing the possibility of soon trading this most inviting
climate for that of California, we rushed off to the gate only
to find that a power failure had left the security devices inoperable;
therefore, no one was able to proceed to any gate. About this
time, Brenda showed up with the same silly notion of catching
an outbound plane. Well, after expending our limited reserve energy
attempting to make the flight, the flight was, of course, cancelled.
At this point, discussions began with the ticketing agent, which
were on-again off-again depending on the availability of electricity.
Sometime during this experience Jean arrived with Jack and only
minutes later Eldon arrived with Bob, each clinging to some vain
hope that he would be able to exit this winter in October like
place called Iowa. Bobs clinging was rewarded and Brendas
persistence paid off but Joyce, Jack, and I all retreated to flight
another day. In fact, the tale of Joyce and I, entitled Newlyweds
Trapped in Des Moines by Snow, made the 11:00 p.m. news
on WHO. Famous at last, but no offers from Hollywood yet.
The retreat landed the family once again at Dawson Central Station
for more food and fellowship. Just what we as newlyweds desired
to do, spend our first day of married life with Brians parents
and the Dawson clan. Its not that there is anything at all
wrong with these folks, but in some way this (mis)adventure was
lacking the romance normally associated with the concept of a
honeymoon. It was Eldon who took pity on us and found one of the
last hotel rooms available in Des Moines so that we might spend
our second night together, with a modicum of privacy from the
rest of the family!