I had scheduled a return flight home on Allegiant Airlines from Southern California (Santa Ana John Wayne Airport) for Monday, June 19th after Cheryl and I finished our road trip to Arizona. Little did I know the series of unfortunate events that would hinder me getting home that night.
I had an 8:20 p.m. flight - the only one available. I like morning flights because they seem to be more on-time. The later the flight during the day, the more chance that there will be a delay. I was hoping for a nice, on-time flight, but noticed on the flight board that the flight was delayed. We had to wait for the plane to arrive from another airport. Even after it landed and everyone had deplaned, they still didn't have us start boarding and "delayed" was still clearly displayed on the flight board.
I texted Cheryl a few times to let her know that my flight was delayed just in case she needed to return to the airport to retrieve me. However, she never responded to any of my texts. In hindsight, I should have texted or called Parker to let him know what was going on.
Finally, at about 9:15, they allowed us to board, but even after we boarded, we weren't leaving. We didn't know what was going on. I was seated on row 2, so I had a clear view of what was going on in the front of the plane. Finally, the pilot communicated to us what was happening. Evidently, they had experienced a number of delays during the day and the pilots, who are only allowed a certain number of flying hours per day, had almost reached their limit. They had tried other options - like flying to Vegas and have other pilots fly us to Provo, but that didn't work out. They were trying to think of any solution to get us to our final destination, all without any luck.
To complicate things, the John Wayne Airport, doesn't allow any flights to take off or land after 10 p.m. It is a city of Santa Ana ordinance. The clock was ticking to get off the ground quickly.
Finally, at about 9:50, the pilot spoke to us again informing us that they were going to try to take off. He said they had only a 6 minute window to leave the gate, taxi to the runway, and take off. If they couldn't do it within that 6-minute window, they would have to return to the gate. They had waited as long as they could in order to try to avoid waiting behind other airlines wanting to take off.
The plane finally started to taxi and I was hopeful that our airplane could actually get off the ground, but that was not the case. Evidently, a different plane got there just ahead of us and took off, which delayed our departure past the 6-minute window. We now knew that we would have to return to the gate and there was no chance of flying to Provo that night.
I was finally able to reach Cheryl to let her know that my flight was cancelled. She said her phone had died! She also said that she would return to the airport to pick me up. Although it was late, by the time we reached their home, Parker had already booked me another flight for the following morning. Allegiant doesn't fly on Tuesdays, so I couldn't fly home with them. There were no flights at at the John Wayne Airport that were under $600, so Parker got me a flight out of Long Beach. He even upgraded me to First Class, which was very nice. Much nicer seat with great leg room.
Fortunately, Parker wasn't out of town. He travels a lot for his work, but with him being home, Cheryl was able to leave the two sleeping kids with him so she could pick me up. I consider that a definite tender mercy. I don't know what I would have done if Parker wasn't home!
Since Allegiant cancelled our flight, we were each awarded with a $200 cash compensation plus a $150 voucher to use on a future Allegiant flight. Unfortunately, it is non-transferrable. Otherwise, I would let either Jared or Kyle use it to fly from AZ to Utah for a visit. This compensation helped ease the pain and stress from the cancellation, but I would much rather have been able to fly home that night.
My flight home the next day went without a hitch, thank goodness. Since I was flying Delta this time, we flew into Salt Lake City instead of Provo. This was my first experience in the new Salt Lake Airport. It seemed like I had to walk about 5 miles from the gate to baggage claim. Even with the people movers, it was very hard on my poor, arthritic ridden body - especially my right knee, which is still recovering from my arthroscopic surgery last March 10th.
IT WAS SURE GREAT TO FINALLY BE HOME AGAIN!