I was up at 5:30am to catch a 10:14am flight out of Salt Lake City.  I 
left the apartment by 6:40am; I had aimed for 6:30am. The drive down wasn’t too bad.  Elder Eubanks had recommended
 that I take Legacy Highway to avoid some of the traffic and big 
trucks—they’re not allowed on that highway.  Parked in the economy lot 
and took shuttle bus to terminal.  Pretty efficient.  
I had 
arrived in plenty of time.  Ended up passing the time talking with a 
gentleman from Kansas.  He was waiting for my Frontier flight to come in
 so he could meet his wife.  They had booked at different times to come 
to Salt Lake for a grandchild’s blessing or priesthood ordination.  Not 
sure which because he was telling about how they fly out for their 
grandchildren’s special ordinations. 
Frontier had a full plane 
and asked for people to check their carry-on through.  I took advantage 
of the opportunity (no charge for checking) so I wouldn’t have to worry 
about getting my suitcase from one gate to the other.  When I returned 
to my seat, someone else had sat where I was so I went to the bathroom. 
 Upon returning their large duffle bag was there but the person wasn’t. 
 A TSA gal came by to check it out and asked if I knew who it had 
belonged to.  No idea, but I thought it had been a woman (wasn’t even 
certain about that).  They notified the police.  An officer came after a
 bit to take it away.  The gal from TSA says it happens quite often that
 people leave their luggage to go to the bathroom or get a bite even 
though they aren’t suppose to.  She has even been asked to watch 
someone’s luggage which she can’t do.  I think they opened it up later 
and found some ID because I heard them announce on the PA for someone to
 come claim their lost item.
We took off at 10:14am and arrived 
in Denver at 11:30am.  Had a three hour layover.  There I had the 
opportunity to talk to a couple from Vernal, Utah.  They had been down 
in Texas visiting her family.  I
didn’t realize there was a flight to Vernal on Great Lakes Airline.  They seem to go to all the out of the way places.
We
 left Denver at 3pm and arrived in North Platte at 5pm.  The flight was 
pretty smooth, but noisy, the consequences of flying in a smaller 
aircraft.  I was able to have an isle seat and a window seat all at the 
same time.
Michelle was there to pick me up.  She dropped 
me off at Jeanne’s, but didn’t come to the door with me.  Jeanne made sure to 
have Laurel answer the door.  I rang the door bell a couple times before
 she opened it.  When Laurel opened the door, she stood there with her 
mouth open in disbelief.  I said “I heard there is a baptism tomorrow.  
 I thought I would come for it.”  All the kids were in disbelief when 
they saw me.  One of the few times they have been speechless.  After 
they recovered from their initial shock, they were very excited to see 
me and I had lots of hugs.