My horror stories are all related to travel mishaps rather than mother nature. Let me repost a gem from last summer...
A little tale of vacation travel gone awry?
My brother-in-law rented a house on Martha's Vineyard for the week and
invited us to join them. It was a beautiful house on Chappaquidick Island
and we had a great time and Hayden got to play a lot with his cousins
which was great. Sadly, getting to the damn place was a truly epic saga...
First of all, I don't know Cape Cod from Nantucket from Martha's Vineyard
from Mexico. It turns out they are all different places... Deirdre and I
had been using Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard interchangeably when
referring to this trip and I ended up buying plane tickets to Nantucket -
OOPS! Second of all, Deirdre is 8 months pregnant and Hayden is 16 months
old - travel is consequently an exponentially more difficult thing that it
would be if it were just the wife and I.
Since changing the plane tickets would have cost us $1000, we looked at
our options and decided to go to Nantucket and take the ferry to Martha's
Vineyard. Clearly, our flight would arrive after the only ferry of the day
had left. Once again change fees were grossly excessive, so I went ahead
and booked two dummy seats on the earlier flight to Nantucket so we could
go stand by on that flight. We get to the airport, check in and get on the
stand by list. I then cancel the dummy reservations and we are sitting
pretty. We go to the gate and it turns out they over sold the flight by
two seats and we got screwed...
I now make arrangements for us to stay at a hotel in Nantucket at great
expense. and we while away four more hours at Newark airport. <cue
Jeopardy music> Fortunately, Hayden took his nap for most of this time, so
it was more an issue of abject boredome and discomfort than exhausting
stress and entertainment. He was, of course, awake and squirming
throughtout the 1 hour flight in my lap.
We arrive in Nantucket and call for the hotel shuttle. After driving right
past us and leaving the airport, the van circles back and picks us up. The
ride to the hotel was 30 seconds as it was accross the street (they
neglected to mention that...) We check into the room and the little guy
has all sorts of pent up energy which he immediately starts buring off by
rampaging around the hotel room. One of his favorite toys is the telephone
and he plays with the hotel phone for a while and manages to call 911.
Shortly thereafter, the police show up and demand to be let into the room
and talk to Deirdre with me not there to make sure I am not smacking her
around. I offer up my son as the culprit but they find no humor in it and
go back to making sure I am not a wife beater and that Deirdre is okay.
After that interlude we go for a walk, have dinner and while away the rest
of our evening watching a movie in the hotel room. The next day, we get up
and head into downtown Nantucket to while away the hours until the 3pm
ferry. It was July 4th and we had a wonderful day as they have a ton of
holiday festivities including a moment at noon when main street is turned
into a giant water gun fight including firetrucks hosing down the crowd
(although not at riot control flow rates!!) We stayed away from that, but
it was a festive mood about town to be sure. We also went into the whaling
museum which was really cool and had some great clam chowder in a locals
only type tavern. We then head get some ice cream and head to the ferry.
They check our two suitcases and we get onto the giant motor-cat ferry
with a kid on a wicked suger high. Deirdre sleeps for most of the trip
and I chase Hayden around who has gone bonkers from the ice cream. When we
finally get to Martha's Vineyard, we breathe a sigh of relief until we
find that our bags went on the wrong ferry to Hyannis. Eventually they
promise to get the two bags to the island that night and drive them out
via cab to our house at about 9pm. We get in a cab and head out to
Edgartown to catch the ferry over to Chappaquiddick. We learn on the way
there that Edgartown is having a 4th of July parade and that we can't get
near the ferry via car. The cabbie takes us as far as we can and we are
told by a cop that the ferry is not even running.
At this point, Deirdre is reduced to tears as I assess our current
circumstances. After talking to a sargeant, I learn that we have a mile
walk and that the ferry will probably be running. 1 mile walks are not fun
if you are 8 months pregnant, in case you were unaware... About 10 yards
into our walk it began to rain.
Eventually we get to the ferry, cross the 100 yard channel and get picked
up by my brother-in-law and head out to the house. We left our house at
10:30am on the 3rd and got to our destination at 6pm on the 4th. The bags
showed up at 11pm as the cabbie was delayed at the ferry for over an hour
by the fireworks...
Our trip back was less eventful, but definitely painful. We reversed
course and took the ferry to Edgartown, a cab to the ferry, the ferry to
Nantucket. The we spent a couple of hours at "Children's Beach" to while
away the time until our scheduled departure. After a minor ordeal locating
an available cab we ride to the airport to find the flight has been
delayed by 3 1/2 hours?
Eventually, we got home 10 hours after leaving Chappaquiddick.
We decided that however beautiful Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard might
be, we are not going back any time soon...