We woke at 4 am to catch an early bus back to Denver and fly home. The departure got us out ahead of a storm expected to drop 2-3 inches of snow, which was both good and bad. On the good side, the 4-hour ride was much more pleasant than our epic trek coming in. Getting all the luggage in a smaller bus required sliding ski bags down the aisle, though, resulting in a mogul run of sorts to get back to the bathroom.
The Denver airport was a zoo by mid-morning Saturday, and the check-in and security lines were both long. Finishing the gauntlet, though, I was rewarded with lunch at my favorite spot in the B concourse: a Quiznos with an adjoining bar with Fat Tire on tap. The combination of such a nutritious lunch and the day’s early start guaranteed a nice siesta on the flight home.
Coming into Philly we got a nice treat; the plane banked west to line up for landing just as the red-peach sun slid below the horizon.
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