We’re at Denver International. Good grief, it’s cold!
The Aviation Weather Center showed lots of turbulence on its prog maps. They were right. We rocked and rolled our way here. Knowing the weather in advance isn’t always an advantage.
It snowed lightly early this morning at DIA. Now it’s just grey and the ground crews are wearing hoods and gloves. Temps are in the upper 30s with a wind chill.
“Welcome to West Palm,” said Sully, standing in the jetway as we deplaned. He was smiling, but it didn’t seem funny at the time. I was too busy shivering. Jetways aren’t heated. Terminals aren’t much better.
Now we wait. Our layover is around two hours. Once we fly east we’ll lose two hours on the clock and gain (at this hour) 50° on the thermometer.
Newark seems more appealing all of a sudden.