The setup: Christmas Eve, 2009, and a plane ticket out of Cedar Rapids to Phoenix via Dallas. The forecast: DOOOOOM! Snowy, icy DOOOOOM! My family and I need to get out of Iowa ASAP. (Boy, if the state had a nickel for every time someone said that...)
Anyway, after my fog-filled drive on I-80, we waited for our flight...and waited...as the snowstorm slowly worked its way east. The flight was delayed three times, then cancelled because our plane could not get to Cedar Rapids. Why? The plane was stranded in Dallas, which was in the middle of its first blizzard warning in history. In fact, it was the first Christmas Eve snow there since records began in 1898. Fortunately, we got to the counter immediately after the cancellation announcement and the American agent got us on a trip to Phoenix via Minneapolis on Mesaba - excuse me, Northwest - excuse me, Delta. It was this or bust - the storm would arrive soon, and nothing else was available until Sunday or Monday.
But getting out of Minneapolis was a stroke of luck in itself. The day before, residents were urged to get out before the snowstorm hit, which freed up some space on Thursday night flights. NBC said that 200 flights were cancelled Thursday at MSP and 100 in Dallas, which would get its first white Christmas in 80 years. Fortunately, it was just nice fluffy flakes out the window during our MSP layover, then clearing up slightly when we left. We touched down in Phoenix shortly after Christmas began in the Mountain Time Zone.