North To Alaska—Or The Cheechako Journals
This is the deal. My husband took a job with the pipeline. The pipeline is in Alaska. I was a life long swamp rat from the Texas Gulf Coast—had transferred to Chicago and loved it—so maybe Alaska would be a great adventure.
Here are the highlights:
Get to O' Hare at eight am.
Stand in line. With three tranqulized cats in tow.
Get to desk.
Attendant with four colors of red hair tells me flight is canceled. Go home.
I don’t have a home. I sold it. The car and the furniture are on their way to Alaska.
The cats wake up.
The cats YOWL.
I get handed off.
I get a ticket on another airline, but I pay for the cats there.
I go to the other airline. I have to purchase another crate. I have to pay for the cats again.
The plane is delayed.
It is now five in the afternoon.
The cats are no longer tranquilized. They are not amused. They are very vocal.
I get on the plane.
Someone else has my seat.
Her ticket looks just like mine.
Plane has been over booked.
Attendant tells me I might have to deplane.
But the cats won’t be unloaded.
I stand in the aisle and tell them in a Darth Vader death-whisper that there could be a possible incident if they send the cats to Seattle where no one will be there to pick them up.
Attendant gets on computer. She will find me a seat. I see them load the cats. Two of them. Where’s Hemingway?
I make them call down and check. Nobody knows—don’t bother them. I stand up and get in the aisle. I am recognized. They call. Hemingway is on board. Okay, I’ll trust them, but just barely.
I get to Seattle. All three cats are there. Great. The United sky cap says he can’t take me to the Alaska Air desk—go get an Alaska Air sky cap. The Alaska sky cap say he can’t go to the United baggage area—United has to take me. And I can’t take a United cart to the Alaska Air desk because it’s in another building entirely. I have a coat, three bulky kennels, three yowling, hissing creatures from hell, two heavy carry ons and a purse. I bribe the Untied Sky cap. Suddenly he is allowed to go to the other building. Isn’t that lucky.
I get to Alaska Air. No problem. Flight not cancelled. Not delayed. How can this be? However, they have to charge me yet again for the cats. They won’t take Delta’s voucher either. The cats have cost almost as much as a first class ticket.
I get to Fairbanks at 2 AM. That’s 5 AM Chicago time. The cats are there. The luggage is there. My husband has finally found a place that will take the cats. I won’t have to sleep in the car. We go there. Hemingway dives behind a dresser and can’t get out. We extract his furry behind and he walks around yodeling at high decibel. Cujo is attacking, hissing, biting and slapping at anyone who looks at him. Buffett just wants to pee and sleep.
I hate everyone.
End of Day One of my Alaska adventure. Tune in for more if you dare. There’s moose, porcupines and lots of snow.