The continuation of bubblegum, Estes Park, bikinis and rain at the Denver airport in 1995.
Because we had stayed so long on the ground in Denver, in a hot airplane, of course our arrival time in Anchorage was late. That made our connection with the little airplane to Kenai almost late. Bernie announced to me, “Now, when we get in the airport we will have to run to the boarding gate, so when we get off, just follow me-okay?”
We hit the terminal on the run, and Bernie takes off to the left and I follow, thinking she is in control and always has a plan and knows exactly what she was doing. Wrong!
The airport was jammed with passengers. We ran down behind a big long line of waiting passengers in the main lobby, pulling our wheelie luggage and toting our big purses slung over our shoulders.
We run and bump down some stairs, down the long hallway of the old airport, all the way to the end. Bernie stops, I catch up and she says to a man, ”Where’s the airplane?” The kind man says, “What airplane?”
“The one to Kenai” Bernie says.
“Oh this is the old part of the airport. They are in the other end at the new part.”
The man pointed in the same direction we had just come from.
“Oh I forgot! Thanks.” She turns her luggage around shouts, “Come on!”
Off she runs in the same direction we came from, pulling her wheelie behind her. I had a very hard time keeping up with her. As we drug and bumped our way up the stairs and behind all those people we just ran passed, I saw smoke coming out of her luggage! I shouted “Bernie your wheel is on fire.” She stopped and looked at me like I was crazy. Everybody was looking at us like we were two old crazy ladies running a marathon in the airport. She flipped her wheelie luggage over, grabbed the wheel and burnt her fingers!
“Ouch! That darn thing is hot and look I have a flat tire ... what in the world?”
Knowing we were on a deadline she flipped the flat tired wheelie over and ran off pulling that poor worn out piece of luggage sideways down the hall, screaming at me “Come on! Hurry up – let’s go, we are going to miss our plane!”
We made it to the boarding gate just in time for them to say, “Well, you ladies are lucky, we’re just about to close up and fly away!”
We laughed all the way home - crazy ladies – yup!
Apparently while we were running through the airport, first one way and then the other, the wheel of her luggage got stuck and the friction from the carpet finally caught it on fire. The whole side of the plastic wheel had been rubbed off before it finally caught fire. The statement “Bernie your wheel is on fire,” And her shouting to me. “Look I have a flat tire!” caught the attention of all the waiting passengers.
Unknown to us a few days later Bernie called me in total hysteria! While we were running up the down the hallway, some of our neighbors, distant acquaintances and good friends, were standing in line, watching us. First, the wrong way, then watching us running back to the other end of the of the airport. They watched us shouting at each other about a flat tire and wondering why the darn thing caught on fire. They watched us, on the run, round the corner and down the hall to the new part of the airport. They said it was quite entertaining, especially because they knew us.
And that is the end of this story of our 1995 trip to Colorado. We are still good friends and laugh about our memories of our special trip. By the way, Bernie proofread this and by the end of this story we were laughing tears again.