Flying into Toronto Thursday afternoon for business was not an easy task. Getting out on Friday, however, was much more difficult (impossible, actually). Problem number one was the snow in Cleveland where our connecting flight was located, and problem number two was our departure date happened to be the first Friday of March Break – a nationwide spring holiday where it seems every last person in the country leaves town for a couple of weeks. As we travelled back into town from the more rural Fergus where our meeting was held (shown in the first two photos) we learned that our flight had been cancelled. Arriving at the ticket counter after an hour or more of waiting, we learned there was not a seat to be had going out of the place until late Sunday. Not to Detroit, not to Chicago, not to Kansas City, not anywhere… after a few hours of cellphone and laptop searches we were rescued, first by a stellar travel agent back home who managed to book us (very expensive) flights out Saturday morning, and by a stellar husband (mine) who tracked down the last three available rooms in Toronto for Friday night from afar. We watched as the minutes flew by past our departure time and the snowfall increased. One by one the flights around us were cancelled to destinations up and down the east coast of the US. Even getting on board nothing was secure – we were the 20th plane in line to be de-iced, and we amused ourselves by watching the plows, fifteen deep, make their continuous paths up and down the runways. Like our winter here, records of total snowfall were broken in Toronto this season and the mountains of the previously plowed snow were monstrous in size. Two hours after we were to depart we broke through the cloud cover to see the sun and blue sky once again which was certainly a welcome sight. It’s good to be home. Enough already with the snow.