Texas travel

well, yesterday kind of sucked.
After our usual breakfast J did not leave for work.  There was hustle & bustle about the house; then J loaded Conner , Opa! & I in Ivan the InPhenite van - the old van (or Ivan the Impaler as Iola likes to call him ever since he hit a deer).  This wass suspicious. We usually travel in the newer van, Ivan the Great.   Well, being smaller & easier for parking, I guess the older van is good enough for transport to the airport.
That was that. We were  up, up, and away: from Portland to Texas for Silkenfest 2016.

The flight was uneventful, but it was LONG.   Then, after being taken off the plane & meeting up with J again, it took us HOURS to actually leave the airport.  J waited with us at the terminal while Rob collected the rental van.  He had a hell of a time finding his way back to the Terminal for us.  The place is poorly marked & there's lot of road construction.  At least J was able to take us out of our crates & walk bit while we waited.  Once collected did we leave?  No.  We drove to another of the Terminals to find some people with funny accents (British, I am told).
They are coming to Silkenfest, too, and needed help with getting their luggage to the hotel.  This detour didn't take too long, but the transportation process was just dragging on & on. So boring.

Eventually we made it to the hotel.  We got to relax for an hour & explore the room.  And then what happened?  J put us back in our crates when they went to dinner.  Bitch.