There's only one direct flight into Oslo, so Luke left on Tuesday night to arrive in time for a business meeting on Wednesday. No business for me! I planned to leave on Wednesday night for a long weekend.
The weather gods had other plans for me. New York City was blasted with yet another blizzard on the night of my departure, and it became painfully evident I was going nowhere.
Note: If you see sideways snow at an airport, hunker down. You're in for a long night.
In the end, I only made it as far as Newark Airport (which is not something a city dweller loves, for the record). After several hours of delays, the flight was canceled, and I was forced to trudge back into Manhattan. (It made no sense to go to Norway for only two full days. Hello jet lag.)
Miraculously, NJ Transit and the Airtrain were still running--at a snail's pace, but I'll take that any day when it means I don't need to sleep at Newark Airport.
|Moving slowly on the Airtrain|
|Arrived at Penn Station, 2:30am|
I trudged through 3 feet of snow, hurled my luggage over mounded snow banks, and ruined a pair of boots. After 12 hours of
planes, trains and automobiles, I was back at my apartment and in bed at 3:15am.
The next morning, I documented the aftermath.
Have I mentioned I hate winter?