Long story short- I clung to Big E's arm while he drug me through one terminal, onto the train and most of the way through a second terminal only to discover we had no plane.
At least the walk to a new gate and plane was at a much more leisurely pace.
Once in sunny FL, we tried our hand at some new, non-snowy sports. Although the kayaking and paddle boarding were a blast, I have to confess, the deep sea fishing was my favorite. This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that I caught more fish than anyone on my side of the boat.
|Just call me the fish-whisperer. (A couple of those are Big E's too, but don't tell.)|
Big E's job was not done with hook removal either. He also had to protect my prized fish from these guys while we waited for our fish to be cleaned on the dock. (Because, of course, I also don't know how to filet the fish I catch.)
Maybe someday I'll master the whole hook removal thing. Until then, it's back to running....