Destination - Fargo?

As per Johnson family tradition, the trip to and/or from the mission has to be memorable.  Sister Bree didn't disappoint.  Her first flight from Missouri was delayed by 40 minutes.  This was a problem because her connecting flight only allowed her a 45 minute layover.  This was now cut to 5 minutes!

Since I had been tracking her flights, I knew that she would even have to go to a different terminal.  It would be incredibly close.  Then, much to my surprise, I watched her connecting flight take off early.  Sister Bree hadn't even left her first plane before the second one was in the air.  Even though she didn't have a phone, I knew what had happened and waited for some kind of call.  About 30 minutes later, an unknown number rang in - a kind fellow passenger had shared her phone.  Sister Bree was letting me know she had, indeed, missed her flight and a new one had been scheduled for several hours later.  She would get to spend some quality time alone in an airport. Since she is a seasoned traveler, this really wasn't a big deal, more an inconvenience.

The part that was harder to coordinate with no phone was her ride from the airport in Salt Lake.  Sister Bree left a message for her friend, Mary, but wasn't able to speak to her directly and didn't know if the new pick-up time would work. I assured her that I would make certain someone was there to get her.

Wonderful Mary texted me not too long after and assured me that the new time was still just fine. A few hours later, I received this:

Hooray!

Then, shortly afterward, things were not so happy.  The carefully packed suitcases had not arrived in Utah.  After a very tedious amount of time, they "possibly" located them in Fargo.

Fargo, North Dakota.

Perhaps the first excursion on either side of our family histories to Fargo.  Something to be proud of?

The airline gave her a number to try and track her luggage and hoped it could be located and delivered to the MTC.  Not exactly the smooth transition we had hoped for her.  She would now have only the clothes she was wearing, a skirt in her duffle, a change of unmentionables, and a few basic toiletries planned for her overnight stay. Once again, Mary came through for her and added a couple more shirts and some toothpaste, just in case the suitcases took a few days to arrive.  Thank you!

I got a great phone call just before bed letting me know that the frustrating day had turned out well and she was happy and comfortable with a  friend.  Let's hope for some good news tomorrow!