I almost died today. I should mention that. Or at least I thought I was going to die. I have never EVER been in worse turbulence in my entire life, and I fly on planes very often. My flight from Denver to Salt Lake City was rough. Brutal. Horrible. Scary. We almost landed, and then had to go back up because it was very very unsafe to land. The lady next to me was almost in tears. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I held on to my seat for dear life, and on to the lady next to me’s hand. I kept her calm. I tried to focus on ensuring she’d be ok, which, in turn, helped keep me from losing my mind. Put a lot of things in perspective. Then we landed 30 miles north at this little teeny airport. Big plane; little airport. Rather funny. And, I know the cities north of Salt Lake well enough to know before we even landed that we were in Ogden. (I have the Ogden Pioneer Girl tattooed on my leg). 1 hour in Ogden stuck on a plane, then a 10 minute flight to SLC. What a day.