Tomorrow morning, at six am, my little family will be attempting to fly to California from North Dakota by way of Hawaii.

Ya, you read that correctly. We will be hopping a plane to Hickam AFB, HA and when we arrive we are PRAYING that there is a flight to Travis AFB, CA sometime very, very soon. Now, it is likely. After all, Travis is considered the Gateway To The Pacific! One would assume that the gate swings both ways, right? RIGHT???

I sure hope so. We looked into tickets for trains, planes and automobiles. Veeeeeery expensive. Since we blew the wad and then some on the way to North Dakota, we are doing it the crazy way. There is no guarantee. But just once, don’t you think the crazy way has to pay off? I mean, ideally, we land in Hawaii and they say there is a flight to Travis in a matter of hours, preferably after just enough time to visit the beach IN OUR SWEATERS since tropical paradise was never part of the plan when I was packing for snow and ice.

Worst case scenario: We pay a lot of money for plane tickets back to the states. Or, Chris goes AWOL and we live in a little grass shack and sing Aloha Oe ‘til the end of our days which will probably be quite soon considering that we have no money for food and no medical insurance.

I’m a bit edgy.