North to Alaska

Last night Brek left for Anchorage, Alaska. We prepared ourselves here at home for 3 days without dad. At 11:00 this morning, there was a knock on the door. And there stood Brek.

Brek and my dad left last night and flew to Anchorage. Upon landing, they learned that a volcano had erupted about 60 miles away. The wind was picking up and ash was headed their direction. It looked as though all flights would be cancelled heading out of Anchorage. Brek and dad were due to catch a flight out of Anchorage to the north slope of Alaska (ah, the joys of being in the snow blower business), but that flight was going to be cancelled. They were also informed that it was likely the airport would be shut down for a week or more.

Brek and dad made a quick executive decision to get out of Anchorage if at all possible. Brek found a flight leaving almost immediately for SLC. Dad left his luggage, which hadn't even been unloaded yet, and they made a mad dash through the airport. They were the last ones on the plane.

Maybe it was divine intervention. Today is dad's birthday, and he did mention that he would sooner have his eyes pecked out by birds than spend 3 days in freezing cold Alaska (a bit drastic, don't you think?!) So, happy birthday dad! The two weary travellers are home.