Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles has always been a movie my family has enjoyed. Brian and I often find ourselves quoting it and laughing when we find ourselves in sticky travel situations.
Sunday morning Brian, my dad, and I got up before four o'clock to get on the road to Medford, Oregon where Brian had a six o'clock flight back to Reno via Seattle. The drive up is just over 40 miles so we wanted to be on the road with plenty of time to spare. It's a good thing we left so early because the fog was thick. We arrived at the airport and were immediately told by one of the security officials that no planes had come in the night before and nothing had landed yet that morning. Brian went in to find out that his flight was canceled. He traded in his ticket for another that would leave at five o'clock the next morning. We turned the car around and drove back through the fog to Yreka and cursed ourselves for not calling the airline before leaving the house that morning.
We got home and went right back to bed with our fingers crossed that the boys wouldn't wake too early. When Gram entered the kitchen that morning and saw Brian her exact words were, “What on earth are you doing here?” We all chuckled and went about figuring out how to get Brian home. He made a couple of phone calls to car rental places in Yreka only to find that they are closed on Sundays. He called another in Medford and was set up with a car to pick up later that morning to drive to Reno. Luckily, Jane and Drew needed to go right through Medford to get home to North Bend, Oregon, so Brian hitched a ride with them back to the airport. He was on the road right around eleven in the morning and arrived in Reno right around five in the evening. Our good friend Sue was in Reno running errands and picked up Brian and got him back over the mountain by dinner time. He was exhausted after his LONG day but was happy to be home.
While Brian was on the road back to Reno, the boys and I were on our way down the Klamath River road to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Happy Camp. It had been over five years since I was last in Happy Camp and this would be the boy's first visit. Let the adventure begin!