On Saturday, we left. Leslie's plane left early, so she caught a cab to the airport, since the other flights didn't leave till the afternoon, and besides, we could never have fit all our luggage into the little transport car we got. Erin and Mark, Eric and I went downtown and did a little more shopping. I got some cool pix of skyscrapers reflected in each other.
Then we drove to the airport and did all that, Erin and Marks flight left an hour or so before ours, but then we overlapped in Vancouver. To our surprise, we also overlapped with Leslie, who's flight was delayed and delayed and delayed... ours was too, and it wound up taking us years to get home.
So, that was the trip to Hell and Back, I mean, the trip to Calgary.