Once more, back to Salt River Fields.
Flying into or out of the Northeast during winter is always a dicey proposition and we spun the wheel again recently with myself on one flight, our director Peter Cumbo on another, and 4 crew members on another flight – all on an early morning in Buffalo when it was below zero degrees. Below zero degrees is really not good for planes.
I got a text as I was waiting for my flight to board from Nikki saying their plane was “frozen.” They were delayed, and this was an omen for the rest us us flying out a little later than them. My plane was de-iced twice, once again completely after the pilot in the next frozen plane over radioed our pilot that “they missed a spot” (I guess that’s a good thing.)