In a small plane! It was a long walk in DIA to the end of Terminal A and I mean the end, down the steps to the tarmac level. Walked up to the plane, wild. I did this before but forgot how small the planes are.
There were maybe eight passengers. Three woman sat near me and when I say near me, I mean near me...they were quite friendly with each other, but not at all with me. Kinda sucked, so I said a prayer and closed my eyes pretending I had wings and I could fly. Before I knew it , I was home with my sisters.