48 hours later… (Tuesday and Wednesday)

It’s a blur, but I’ll try to recap. Shawn, Ryan and I flew on a four-engine prop plane to Memphis. It was either too hot or too cold on the plane, but the vibrations of the props made it good to sleep in the plane. We landed at four thirty in the morning.

We were standing out on the runway, by the plane, waiting to be picked up when the gas truck came by to fuel up the plane. One of the crew chiefs asked the three of us to “stand over there while they re-fuel in case something goes ‘unbelievably wrong’”. So the three of us move THIRTY FEET AWAY while we waited. I’m not sure that actually constitutes “Unbelievably wrong” to the crew chief, but I’m pretty sure that if that gas truck were to go up in flames, we would have had to have been moved more than thirty feet away. But we all had a good laugh about it.

Memphis was really hectic. Go here, do this, go there, do that. Turn in these, fill out those. I was just so hungry and tired that all I wanted to do was go to sleep for a whole day. I took a two hour nap and kept on working. We were on Memphis for not quite 24 hours when we had to catch our plane out of there.
And then I finally slept on the plane. Three legs to the trip and I slept on and off pretty much the whole way.

Sara and the kids were waiting at the airport with lot of other people and it was soo good to see them again. Liam and Rebecca were jumping up and down like little pogo sticks. After lots of hugs and kisses we went to the car and left the airport and went to McDonalds and went home. Home. Finally.