Lana is a frequent flyer already!

Our baby girl is no stranger to travel.  Having family out of state and all has created a need to break her in early.  The trips I am going to talk about below added three states, four flights, and the first road trip to her traveling log.  She was almost three months old when this all took place.

The first adventure began with a trip to San Francisco.  Daniel had a work conference there and so Lana and I were fortunate enough to tag along.  The trip started out with a delayed flight, which led to us missing our rental car reservation and the trip to see Muir Woods.  Oh well there are worse things and we will make it back again someday I'm sure.  The first night there Lana slept EIGHT hours!  Things were looking up!  Our first day was rather low key, Daniel went to his conference and Lana and I just took a stroll around the hotel area to get a lay of the land.  We saw the famous cable cars, which we later learned from a very serious tour guide, are not to be called trolleys as they are cable cars.

Lana struggled a bit with burping and napping for some reason, but she was a trooper.  Since I am so behind on blog posts, the details are a bit murky, but we saw the sites and overall had a good time.  Fisherman's Wharf was a neat little area and we learned that trying to get there by walking and pushing a stroller is not the approved method.  We took a cable car back, which our legs enjoyed and our ears did not.  Lana for whatever reason cried practically the whole ride.  Our sincerest apologies to our fellow passengers for that little San Francisco treat.  We ate at a variety of places both inexpensive and not and never really could find the good eats we were hoping for from the west coast.  The last day Lana and I had to take a tour to make sure we saw everything the city offered.  We got to see Ghirardelli Square, the Painted Ladies (aka Full House scene), the house from Mrs. Doubtfire, and the Golden Gate Bridge!!

The action did not stop there.  We got up bright and early to leave San Francisco on Friday to start our next big adventure.  After encountering the urine-filled elevator to get to the train to get to the airport, our flight back to Denver was on-time, delayed, and on-time again.  We made it back safely to the Mile High City and were very tempted to make our way to home sweet home, but we needed to get on the flight to St. Louis for Daniel's cousin's wedding reception and some much needed time with Grammy and Poppy Duck.

Bet ya cannot guess what happened next?  Yep, you guessed it, our flight was delayed.  This delay; however, was a gift from God Himself.  The weather report had included some nasty storms in St. Louis and little did we know that when we were about ten minutes from landing, a tornado had hit and blown debris over the runway closing the airport.  We flew around for a little bit longer before they decided to take us on to Kansas City to wait it out.  Once we were on the ground there and checked in with everyone to make sure all were safe, we waited and waited.  Little did we know the flight crew had one hour left of flying time that day and time was ticking.  Next thing we knew we were gathering our luggage and renting a car to drive.  The end of the story is not nearly as dramatic, thankfully.  The St. Louis visit went by too quickly and before we knew it we were on our way back to the airport for the last flight.  Lana was a CHAMP through it all and we enjoyed our big adventure, for the most part.