I've been on the road for the last week or so. I flew through a snowstorm in Denver, and drove through one in Central Illinois. It was a busy trip, as usual. When I travel, I rarely take it easy.
I did find it remarkable what little impact snow has on the (semi-new) Denver Airport. I remember flying through Stapleton years ago, and if there were flakes in the air, the airport practically shut-down. This time around, with 3 or 4 inches of snow on the ground, and snow still falling, it was smooth as silk. The only delay we had, was when the crews de-iced our plane. That slowed us by only 15-minutes.
Of course, on my way back to Portland, in beautiful weather everywhere, I found myself in a mess of delays. We had to change gates 4-times. We were all on-board one plane, when the pilot said it wasn't ready to fly. We had to hop off... go to a different gate... and get on a different plane. We finally got to PDX about 3-hours late. And I can tell you, whatever frustrations we, the passengers, were feeling... it was nothing compared to the frustration of the crew. Those folks just wanted to get us to Portland on-time... and couldn't because of circumstances beyond their control.
No matter what happens when I travel... once I get home, I find myself longing to get back out... and hit the road.