My trip back to NYC today, after a terrific weekend in Telluride, felt a bit like an episode of the amazing race. Some loser at the shuttle service that drives the hour and a half trip to Montrose airport failed to pick me up at 4 a.m. today leaving Telluride without me. So I missed my morning flight to Denver, jeopardizing my chances of getting Jet Blue’s only daytime flight back to NYC today.
The shuttle company woke another driver from bed and I made it to Montrose by 6:30 a.m., adding my name to the stand-by list for the 9:35 a.m. United flight to Denver, projected to land 40 just minutes before my Jet Blue flight. The folks at United Express were great, after I explained my dilemma they got me into the first row of the 30 seat plane and when we pulled up to the gate in Denver they had my bags ready so that I could sprint through Concourse B, to the terminal train and over to Concourse A. Jet Blue had just released my seat as I arrived 15 minutes later, huffing and puffing at the gate. They quickly added me back to the list and I was seated in a middle spot of the last row, right behind a mom comforting a screaming baby and a five-year-old daughter who vomited and kept crying, “Mommy, please don’t make me fly in an airplane again…”
In just 8 hours from now, I’ll be in the air again, en route to the Toronto International Film Festival.