Miracle on Bangerter Hwy
We had given ourselves enough time to pick up our bags and get on the road as soon as I was done with class. A missed exit didn't seem to phase us either. After all, we had a smartphone to show us the way. A quick search and set the navigation to go and we were back on track and still making good time. Then we ran into some traffic. Our cushion on the clock was wearing thin. Finally as we got on to an open stretch of road and an airplane flew overhead and unforeseen horror came quickly to our attention. We were at the wrong airport! Somehow the Sandy Regional Airport had been selected and we were now not only late but not even at the right place. T minus 45 minutes before our flight was supposed to take off we were making a frantic detour. A quick prayer asking for a miracle that somehow we could make it on that plane was offered and we drove like mad. We made it to the economy lot, parked and ran to the shuttle stop. It was only 3 minutes away but we were only stop 2 of 12. Realizing this we hefted our suitcases and ran like crazy across the entire parking lot. We entered the Salt Lake City International airport at T minus 15 minutes. To our surprise there was only the Stanford swim team in line at security and we were through in no time. Of course our plane was at the very end of the terminal but we made it! Drenched in sweat and out of breath we looked at each other and smiled as we boarded, grateful to have been the recipients of nothing short of a miracle. We were off and away to Portland, Oregon to visit grandma and grandpa Earnshaw.
When we arrived we stopped at Chevy's on the way home for some delicious fajitas.
Saturday morning Shannon and I went for a walk and then went to lunch with the grandparents at the Gyro House. After that we set off to explore Portland.
Powell's City of Books
Saturday's Market & River Walk
Dinner at Gustav's
We enjoyed the rest of the evening talking, and then attending church in the morning. On the flight home we got stuck in the Vegas airport. Delayed flights, empty stomachs, and closed signs on every single restaurant were not a fun combination. But, a soggy wrap costing $10 tided us over until we made it home.
What a fun, fast weekend!
-Derrik Jenkins
