We of course arrived at JFK WAYYYYY too early - but that's part of the fun of traveling with dad. He would rather be early than late. It must be where I get it from. There wasn't anyplace to drink beer and watch the nfl playoffs, but there were tv's everywhere so we were able to watch the giants get beat and the city drop it's collective head and sigh.
We got to Chicago in no time, and then hit some major delays. Something about ice on the plane ... I'm taking their word for it. They eventually let us onto the plane, where we waited even longer. A few hours late, we landed in Salt Lake CIty around midnight.
The Hertz folks were very understanding, and my dad's bribe got us into a caddilac sedan with all wheel drive and satelite radio. Within an hour of landing, we were on the road. Which was good because our condo was at Solitude about 45 minutes away and we needed to get some sleep.
We checked in at about 2, and our heads hit the pillow promptly at 2:45. Me on the sleeper sofa, and the old man on the king bed.