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I'm not exactly sure what time our flight arrived in Denver, but it was maybe around 11pm. We had left the gate on time, but ended up on a tarmac for awhile because of approaching storms, which we flew alongside the entire duration of the flight. We were lucky enough to get first class, but not lucky enough to be on the side the storm was on, so while we knew there was lots of lightning out there, we didn't get to see much of it. So, I paid $10 for inflight wifi, mostly just because I could. A total non-necessity, but, what good is an adventure if you can't validate it by posting it as a Facebook status? I don't usually travel with my laptop, but as I said earlier, I was setting off on a non-rev adventure without any real solid plan in place, I really needed to be able to get online to check flight availability and make last minute hotel reservations.
We were at the hotel and checked in within about 30 minutes from the time our flight was in the gate (see attached review). In the morning we had breakfast, went swimming, and checked out as late as possible, which was at 3:00. The flight to Anchorage didn't leave until 6:00, but I like observing things in other airports, and I was especially eager to observe how things operated in Denver, since this would be my first time at DIA since officially becoming a Frontier employee. Nonetheless, we were relieved when we got to the airport and discovered there was free wifi.
Later I did a passenger services experiment. At work, people are constantly insisting that they will never make their connection in Denver, because the time is too close. I always inform them that they will, because, provided they are staying on Frontier it's all in the same terminal and the 45 minutes they are so scared of is actually a pretty long time for a typical connection. So I strapped my 30 pound backpack onto my shoulders, walked to the doorway of the furthest jetway in the furthest corner of what we in MKE would call a hammerhead but agents in DEN refer to as the mosh pit, took my phone from my pocket and waited until the minute changed, and walked as casually as I could without being excessively slow or fast.
We went to our gate at about 45 minutes prior to departure, and that's when it hit me...we are totally going to Anchorage, but we are totally going to end up in middle seats. That's the only scary thing about flying non-rev with children. Trinity is nine years old now, plus she is tall, so gate agents won't particularily go out of their way to get us next to each other they way they would have when she was four.