And earlier Atlanta.
And even earlier Salt Lake City.
And I'm trying to get to Iowa.
It makes no sense. What was supposed to be a 2 flight itinerary, leaving at 10:30am and arriving at 4pm, became the last 24 hours of my life, which involved leaving SLC at 1am. It's 10:42am (central time) and the final flight is about to board.
It was weird having another day in Park City. It kind of felt like when we were stranded in France.
Not supposed to be there, but we were.
I need to go catch that last flight, but I must beg forgiveness for the week of silence. Photos and prose coming soon~
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