Getting To Anchor Point

I love how things work out better than you have even planned. We had our trip to Alaska planned for several weeks now, with the exception of how we were going to get to the airport. Though we had a few options, a better one was provided to us. We got to the Holiday Inn Hotel via an enjoyable ride with Donna and Alan (spelling?). It just so happened that Alan was heading out for his own adventure on a canoe trip in Canada and Donna was driving him to the airport the same day we needed to get to the hotel. Coincidence or just another affirmation that our needs will be taken care of in ways we least expect? Too good to be true works for me. After a good night sleep, we arrived at the airport and were second in line to the curbside check in. All went smoothly until Rick got detained at security so they could inspect his ceremonial pipe. That guy always gets detained for something. Of course, once the head guy looked at Rick with his Native shirt and turtle necklace, we were on our way. We boarded the plane and found we were lucky enough to have the whole seat to ourselves. :) Good thing. The flight was long, yet uneventful. Upon arriving at Anchorage, we took the shuttle to the south terminal and checked in for our 'puddle jumper' to Homer. Our flight wasn't scheduled for hours, but we checked in early anyways. Sure enough, we were asked if we wanted to take the flight that was leaving in 20 minutes. Score. . . We arrived in Homer at 12:00 (three hours earlier than planned) and found our escorts of Jesse, Sarah, Auden, and Brahm ready to take us home. I couldn't have planned things better if I tried. I love when that happeneds.